A Walk on the Wall (SEMI-Open)

Valeria nodded to Andre's rather obvious question. "Again... consider the facts that your enemy cannot be scared off or inflicted pain. A living beast could be discouraged by sharp sticks, but an undead Abomination like this..."

At Valeria's direction The Brute advanced on a relatively weaker looking soldier in the formation, one who's been hiding in the back until now. With a foolhardy bravery- or perhaps gripped by fear- he stood is ground and poked at the massive creature's armored hand to no avail.

The Brute snatched it violently from his grip, then snatched up the soldier. The Brute removed its helmet to reveal the cruel face beneath- a human face artificially constructed, albeit lacking skin, showing only the raw treated muscles alive with unholy alchemy. It opens its maw to inhuman proportions, and slowly takes in the soldier legs first.

The good man drew his dagger and began stabbing wildly at its armor plated hand, to no avail, all the while screaming to Valeria to not do it. Of course, the good doctor was not so callous.

"...If they did not already have a tactician behind them, such creatures must be handled with great care. Take no necessary risk, as the loss of living soldiers could mean bolstering the enemy. No Noxian would suffer retreat, but as a commanders with limited lives to spend, we know there are times a tactical withdrawal is warranted..."

The sound of multiple ballista firing caught the attention of the troops. Massive grapples gripped the Brute, three per arm, and quickly the creature's two arms were being dragged by Valeria's own blackguard, operated winches anchored into the ground. This put distance between the caught soldier's legs and the Brute's teeth, as not even the Brute could resist the strength of steel cable... at least, not when it wasn't in the throes of rage.

"...So that we may implement proper counter-strategems." Valeria finished.

"This concludes our lesson. I cannot say all I know will perfectly counter the enemy- our intelligence is lacking, and the battlefield conditions will not be as ideal. You must prepare yourself for the worst, much worse than whatever hell even I can imagine."

The Brute's arms were still held down, but its grip on the soldier remained. "Well...what are you waiting for then? free your comrade, so he may be of use later..."

Valeria walked over to the soldier still struggling to free himself, squeezing his cheeks. The man didn't know whether to thank Valeria for not killing him, or to lash out with the dagger in hand. "...As bait."