Rek'Sai and Lore

For weeks, I’ve been hearing stories about Rek'Sai — an infamous Xer'Sai of unmatched size, ferocity, and speed.

"Perfect for the arena!" I laughed, grimly mocking Uncle's repeated missives. Ridiculing my benefactor to our Shurima trackers and guards must seem like madness to you, but I find myself feeling more connected to them than to our Noxian traditions. The desert has changed me. It is the absence of everything, and as such, it brings that which is important into sharp relief. Why should a man care for the amusements of the arena? What cherished memory is made there? It is the subtle curve of your cheek and the hint of a smile at your mouth’s edge that keeps the dread of this place at bay. I loathe the thought of Genden Belgaunt courting you and that your family considers him a worthy suitor.

Despite its bleakness, this empty outpost still possessed the only drinking water for leagues, and even spending a few hours in the shade of its ruins was a sweet relief from the unrelenting sun. Supposedly, Rek'Sai annihilated it decades ago. A few weeks past, I would have shrugged this off as yet another ignorant superstition of the desert folk. But I’ve seen too much death. I have walked past the bones of thousands. What sort of monster is capable of inflicting such horror?

Even with the supposed expertise of our Noxian trappers, I find myself doubting we have the means to capture this beast.

I don't think it would be 'obedience', so much as 'let her loose closer to the enemy and hope we have a good way of recapturing her'.

Reborn (Sion's Lore Rework) mentions that they just deployed him and had him go wild, even though he cut down a bunch of their own troops in the process.

The Noxians pre-Swain were not known for their strategy as much as their ability to utterly wreck shit.