Aramil in the meantime had an idea seeing how Sasha was so worked up her aggression was being used in a negative spirit. He figured that there had to be some type of arena or prize fighting going on at the moment. So why not put Sasha's aggression to good use? He would place a hand upon Sasha's shoulder obviously drawing her rather menacing glare only to be met with his winning smile.<strong>"Well personally Im up for a little action but I say we go take it to some kind of pit fight or arena. After all with so many mercenary companies about I can't possibly have been the only one with that idea. I'll bet on Sasha with my share of the funds just made and see if we cannot manage a touch more. Kill two birds in one stone as it were. What do you think Sasha? Ready to make a poor city sod call for his mother?"</strong>Aramil eyes seemed to cast him in a dominating role the way he seemed to calmly look at Sasha's eyes when she inevitably looks at her with her frustrations evident as though he loved to live dangerously.<strong>"And it should allow me to pick up any rumors of where we can put our considerable strengths towards. at the same time."</strong>