Fiora

The Grand Duelist

Fiora INFO

  • Fiora was released on 29 February 2012 and can be purchased from the Riot Store for 4800 IP or 880 RP.
  • Fiora's dance is a reference to Fred Astaire's dance in the movie Blue Skies, with the song Puttin' on the Ritz. A side-by-side comparison can be seen here.
  • Fiora's taunt animation is derived from the "salute" in honor duel tradition (retained in sports fencing today); where opponents would raise their swords to each other at the beginning and conclusion of a duel, bout or sparring session.
  • Fiora's old ultimate, Blade Waltz is comparable to that of Yurnero, the Juggernaut from DotA, which also pays homage to Final Fantasy VII main protagonist Cloud Strife's Ability 'Omnislash'. All three consist of dancing across the battlefield slashing at random targets. Cloud's moves can be seen here (FF7) and here (CGI Movie).
  • Fiora's old E, Burst of Speed, is very similar to the Assassin move of the same name in Diablo II, with almost identical particles and effects.
  • During Fiora's joke, she draws Teemo's face in the air.

Fiora Skins

Fiora Pros

  • Incredibly high DPS from her kit.
  • Insane mobility and great attack speed.
  • As her namesake, she is one of the best duelists in the game.
  • Becomes immune to everything while using her ultimate.

Fiora Cons

  • Her ability to escape bad situations is quite low.
  • Once her dashes go down she can be kited quite badly.
  • Has only single target damage without her ultimate.
  • Susceptible to crowd control and does not have any built in CC; which makes it difficult to put in competitive play unless rest of the team has cc.

Fiora Counter Tips

  • Punish her when her Lunge is on cooldown, which is her main mobility skill.
  • CC her when she activates her Burst of Speed, as it will go on a long cooldown after 3 seconds if she does not get any kills.
  • Don't clump together after she buys a Tiamat/Ravenous Hydra as she will do massive AOE damage combined with her ultimate.
  • U cant have more AD than her. Items like Thormail will be extrimely efective against her, so be tanky.

Fiora DEV INFO

  • Fiora was designed by Volty.
  • Fiora is voiced by Karen Strassman, who also voices Cassiopeia, Shyvana, Zyra, and Elise.
  • Fiora's sword fighting style is based on fencing, and her character concept is inspired by an unspecified historical French fencer, possibly Julie D'Aubigny. Fiora also has a caricatural French accent.
  • The name Fiora derives from "Fiore", the Italian word for "Flower", which may be a reference to Fiore Dei Liberi, an Italian fencing master, and is also likely a reference to the symbol of House Laurent. "Fioretto" is also Italian for one of the three fencing disciplines, namely the Foil.

Fiora IS STRONG AGAINST

YasuoGangplankRivenRengarJayceAatroxNasus

Fiora IS WEAK AGAINST

JaxPantheonRenektonDariusMalphiteSingedRiven

Fiora IS GOOD WITH

DariusVolibearMorganaAhriAmumuJarvan IVBlitzcrank

Fiora IS EVEN WITH

RivenTryndamereGarenRumbleTeemoDariusOlaf

FIORA STORY

Fiora, the Grand Duelist

“I have come to kill you for the sake of honor. And though you possess none, still you die.”

The most feared duelist in all Valoran, Fiora is as renowned for her brusque manner and cunning mind as she is for the speed of her bluesteel rapier. Born to House Laurent in the kingdom of Demacia, Fiora took control of the family from her father in the wake of a scandal that nearly destroyed them. House Laurent’s reputation was sundered, but Fiora bends her every effort to restore her family’s honor and return them to their rightful place among the great and good of Demacia.

From an early age, Fiora defied every expectation placed upon her. Her mother had the finest craftsmen of Demacia fashion the most lifelike dolls for her. Fiora gave them to her maids and took up her brother’s rapier, forcing him to give her lessons in secret. Her father obtained a host of dressmaking mannequins for her personal seamstress to craft wondrous dresses. Fiora used them to practice lunges and ripostes.

At every stage in her life, Fiora has embodied all that is noble in Demacia, striving for perfection in all things and brooking no insult to her honor or that of her family’s ideals. As the youngest daughter of House Laurent, she was destined for a life as a political pawn, to be married off in the grand game of alliances between patrician houses. This did not sit well with Fiora, whose temperament saw only dishonor in being maneuvered by another’s will, even that of her beloved father. Despite her resistance, a politically advantageous marriage was arranged with an outlying branch of House Crownguard, and plans were set for a summer wedding.

The ancient families of Demacia sent their invited representatives to House Laurent to attend the marriage ceremony, but instead of meekly accepting her fate, Fiora defied it. She declared before the assembled host that she would sooner die than be dishonored by allowing someone else to control her fate. Her husband-to-be was publicly shamed and his family demanded a duel to the death to wipe away Fiora’s scandalous insult.

Fiora immediately stepped forward, but as Master of House Laurent, it was her father’s duty to accept. The champion of House Crownguard was a truly deadly warrior, and defeat was almost certain. To lose would see House Laurent ruined and his daughter exiled in disgrace. Presented with so stark a choice, Fiora’s father made a decision that would damn his family for years to come. That night, he attempted to drug his opponent with a draught to rob his blows of speed, but his attempt was discovered and the Master of House Laurent was arrested.

Demacian law is notoriously harsh and unforgiving. Its justice allows no leeway, and Fiora’s father had broken its most fundamental code of honor. He would suffer public humiliation upon the executioner’s scaffold, hanged like a common criminal, and his entire family expelled from Demacia. On the eve of his death, Fiora visited her father’s cell, but what passed between them is a secret known only to her.

An ancient and all but forgotten code of honor allowed for a family member to expunge the shame of one of its number in blood, and thus avoid the virtual death-sentence of exile. Knowing they had no choice, father and daughter faced each other within the Hall of Blades. Justice would not be served by a mere slaying, Fiora’s father had to fight and be fought. The battle was blindingly swift, a dance of blades so exquisite that those who witnessed it would never forget what they had seen. Fiora’s father was a fine swordsman in his own right, but he was no match for his daughter. They said farewell in every clash of the blade, but in the end a tearful Fiora buried her rapier in her father’s heart and assured her family’s continued place in Demacia. With her father dead at her feet, Fiora became the head of House Laurent (much to the surprise of her older brothers…).

Though the honor of House Laurent was not entirely ruined, scandals are not easily erased. In the years that followed, Fiora proved a sagacious leader of her House and swiftly learned not to make the mistakes of brash youth. She became a formidable mistress of blade and negotiation, cutting to the heart of any matter with her customary clarity and seemingly cruel directness. Some still speak of her House’s disgrace or decry how standards have fallen that a woman should dare call herself ruler of a noble House, but only in private. For when such gossip reaches Fiora’s ear, she is quick to call out those rumormongers and demand justice on the edge of a sword. Yet even here, she is not without pragmatic cunning, offering each challenger a way out that will allow honor to be satisfied without death. So far, none have accepted her offers, and none have ever walked away from a duel with Fiora.

With the fortunes of House Laurent on the rise, Fiora has no shortage of suitors, but none have yet proven worthy of her hand. Many suspect Fiora herself puts every suitor through an impossible gauntlet of courtship in order to remain aloof and unmarried, for a wife would, traditionally, relinquish power to her husband.

And Fiora has never done anything traditionally.

The man Fiora was going to kill was named Umberto. He had the look of a man very sure of himself. She watched him talking to four men, so alike they must surely be his brothers. The five of them were cocksure and preening, as though it was beneath their dignity to even present themselves in the Hall of Blades in answer to her challenge.

Dawn’s light cast angled spars of light through the lancet windows, and the pale marble shimmered with the reflections of those who had come to see a life ended. They lined the edges of the hall by the score, members of both Houses, lackeys, gawkers and some simply with unhealthy appetites to see bloodshed.

“My lady,” said Ammdar, her second older brother, handing her a mid-length rapier with a bluesteel blade upon which light moved like oil. “Are you sure about this?”

“Of course,” replied Fiora. “You heard the tales Umberto and his braggart brothers were spreading in the Commercia?”

“I did,” confirmed Ammdar. “But is that worth his death?”

“If I let one braggart slide, then others will think themselves free to wag their tongues,” said Fiora.

Ammdar nodded, and stepped back. “Then do what you must.”

Fiora stepped forward, rolling her shoulders and sweeping her blade twice through the air – a sign the duel was about to begin. Umberto turned as one his brothers nudged him in the ribs, and anger touched Fiora as she saw his frank appraisal of her physique, an appraisal that lingered far too long below her neck. He drew his own weapon, a long, beautifully curved Demacian cavalry saber with golden quillons and a sapphire inset on the pommel. A poseur’s weapon and one entirely unsuited to the requirements of a duel.

Umberto stepped up to his duelists’ mark and repeated the sword movements she had made. He bowed to her and winked. Fiora felt her jaw tighten, but clamped down on her dislike. Emotion had no place in a duel. It clouded swordplay and had seen many a great swordsman slain by a lesser opponent.

They circled one another, making the prescribed movements of foot and blade like dance partners at the first notes of a waltz. The movements were to ensure that both participants in the duel were aware of the significance of what they were soon to attempt.

The rituals of the duel were important. They, like The Measured Tread, were designed to allow civilized folk to maintain the illusion of nobility in killing. Fiora knew they were good laws, just laws, but that didn’t take away from the fact that she was about to kill the man before her. And because Fiora believed in these laws, she had to make her offer.

“Good sir, I am Fiora of House Laurent,” she said.

“Save it for your grave-marker,” snapped Umberto.

She ignored his puerile attempt to rile her and said, “It has come to my attention that you did injure the good name of House Laurent in an unjust and dishonorable manner by the indulgence and spreading of malicious falsehoods in regards to the legitimacy of my lineage. Therefore it is my right to challenge you to a duel and restore the honor of my House in your blood.”

“I already know this,” said Umberto, playing to the crowd. “I’m here aren’t I?”

“You have come to your death,” promised Fiora. “Unless you choose not to fight by giving me satisfaction for your offense.”

“How might I give milady satisfaction?” asked Umberto.

“Given the nature of your offense, submit to having your right ear severed from your head.”

“What? Are you mad, woman?”

“It’s that or I kill you,” said Fiora, as though they were discussing the weather. “You know how this duel will end. There is no loss of face in yielding.”

“Of course there is,” said Umberto, and Fiora saw he still thought he could win. Like everyone else, he underestimated her.

“All here know my skill with a blade, so choose to live and wear your wound as a badge of honor. Or choose death, and be food for crows by midmorning.”

Fiora raised her blade. “But choose now.”

His anger at what he assumed was her arrogance overcame his fear and he stamped forward, the tip of his sword thrusting for her heart. Fiora had read the attack before it was launched and made a quarter turn to the left, letting the curved blade cut only air. Her own blade swept up, then down in a precise, diagonal arc. The crowd gasped at the wet spatter of blood on stone and the shocking suddenness of the duel’s ending.

Fiora turned as Umberto’s sword clattered to the granite flagstones. He fell to his knees, then slumped back onto his haunches, hands clutched to his opened throat from which blood pumped enthusiastically.

She bowed to Umberto, but his eyes were already glassy and unseeing with impending death. Fiora took no pleasure in such a slaying, but the fool had left her little choice. Umberto’s brothers came forward to collect the corpse, and she felt their shock at their brother’s defeat.

“How many is that?” asked Ammdar, coming forward to collect her sword. “Fifteen? Twenty?”

“Thirty,” said Fiora. “Or maybe more. They all look the same to me now.”

“There will be more,” promised her brother.

“So be it,” answered Fiora. “But every death restores our family honor. Every death brings redemption closer.”

“Redemption for whom?” asked Ammdar.

But Fiora did not answer.

Fiora Abilities

Duelist's Dance

Fiora challenges nearby enemy Champions to dodge her. She calls out a direction from which she will try to strike. If she can complete her own challenge, she receives a small bonus and calls out a new direction.

Lunge

Fiora lunges in a direction and slashes a nearby enemy, dealing physical damage and applying on-hit effects.

Riposte

Fiora parries all incoming damage and disables for a short time, then stabs in a direction. This stab slows the first enemy champion hit, or stuns them if Fiora blocked an immobilizing disable with this ability.

Bladework

Fiora has increased attack speed for the next two attacks. The first attack slows the target, and the second attack will critically strike.

Grand Challenge

Fiora reveals all four Vitals on the target champion and gains movement speed while near them. If Fiora hits all 4 Vitals or if the target dies after she has hit at least one, Fiora and her allies in the area are healed over the next few seconds.