“The Blood Claw”
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They call this guy “The Blood Claw”, but really his name should be “The Immortal King”. He’s arguably the best hero in the game right now, coincidentally he’s also the main icon for it as well.
Everything about Brutus just synergies really well together. The combination of increased damage at low HP while also being completely immune to everything when receiving a fatal blow is extremely strong. Then you throw in a Whirlwind and everything just melts in sight. To top it off, once you get Whirlwind to level 3, it converts 35% of its damage into health for some crazy healing potential.
If you’re new to the game, pray that you get him early because he can carry a team pretty far. You can technically acquire him pretty easily by buying him from the starter gift sets, but that will be costly.
If you do manage to obtain him, I highly recommend investing as much XP as possible into him while only leveling up other heroes once Brutus reaches the specific level caps. The level caps stop you from just leveling one hero, so you’ll need to level your team as well at some point.
|Brutus hacks at his enemies twice before spinning into a frenzy, dealing damage to them. Brutus is impervious to any mind control abilities while spinning.||Level 81: Brutus is immune to Magic Damage while spinning.|
Level 161: 35% of total damage dealt is converted to health.
|Brutus lets out a terrifying roar that causes enemies to become more vulnerable. Any physical damage dealt to enemies is increased by 25%.||Level 21: Physical Damage received by enemies is increased by up to 30%.|
Level 101: Physical Damage received by enemies is increased by up to 40% and attacks cannot be dodged.
Level 181: Physical Damage received by enemies is increased by up to 50%.
|Brutus' damage output is raised according to how low his health falls. Brutus' Attack Rating can be by up to 90%.||Level 121: Brutus' Haste can be increased by up to 25% when his health is low.|
Level 201: Attack Rating increased by up to 100% and Haste increased by up to 25%.
|When Brutus is dealt a fatal blow he is able to retain 1 health point and is immune to all subsequent damage for 4 seconds. Ability can only be used once.||Level 141: Brutus is immune to damage for 7 seconds.|
Level 221: Brutus is immune to damage for 8 seconds.
Brutus is a proud, solitary fighter, such the embodiment of martial prowess that many of the other Maulers never him as a manifestation of war itself. He follows the way of the warrior, neither offering nor expecting mercy. He believes that the only crime in war is to lose. In battle, he is unrelentingly aggressive and never wastes a moment on hesitation. His attacks are a savage whirlwind, cutting down his helpless enemies like stalks of wheat. When a sword is in his hand and an enemy before him, he never feels doubt. The path is clear and his purpose is known.
Brutus is truly unparalleled among his people, and he has amassed countless glories. In days past, he would stand over a fallen adversary and roar his victory at the sky, hoisting aloft a blood—soaked trophy. Eventually, however, that sense of triumph vanished. There came a time when Brutus saw every fight as a foregone conclusion. He would match blades with an opponent for a fleeting instant, then strike him down, barely taking note of the moment. He was simply too good at this point. Without challenge, there could be no triumph. Without triumph, there was little incentive to do the thing he was best at.
In a campaign against the kingdom of man, Brutus finally found what he sought. A worthy adversary. A fight worth fighting. Finally, a match. The enemy was a short distance away, in the thick of the chaos. Where he Maulers fell. Light glinted off the scratches in his bloody armor. He was large, for a human, but graceful. It looked almost like a dance as he moved fluidly from victim to victim. His attacks were precise and deadly, his sword disappearing and reappearing buried in some foe, a moment later parrying an attack before tracing a flowing arc into an effortless hamstring.
Brutus stood appreciating the scene for a moment, blood still running down the grooves in his blade, and smiled. He hefted the massive weapon and started walking purposefully toward the enemy champion, offhandedly cutting down those who came before him, never taking his eye off his target. He approached and brought his steel down hard, the man moving aside just in time and immediately bringing the point of his blade to bear, which in turn was parried with lighting speed. They stepped back at the same time, each having confirmed that he’d met his match. It only took an instant to assess and appreciate one another, then Brutus launched himself back toward the knight. They fought with everything they had, each knowing that the first to make a mistake would die, neither willing to take that role. An area formed around them in the fighting, soldiers of both sides avoiding the dance of death the two heroes were performing. There was no room for planning, for thought. They fought with heart and memory and instinct, each lost in the experience. They remained in this state until a hom blast cut over the din of battle. The Lightbearers had sounded a retreat. With a final jab that seemed almost like a formality, the knight disengaged.
“Human! You are strong. You are worthy of a death on my sword”
He shouted, nodding genially to the dirt—streaked knight. “l will see you again, and it shall be the last time.” He had finally found respect for an opponent. He smiled and tumed away. Something to look forward to.
“A true warrior accepts any challenge. ”