Sasha glanced down as she moved to look upon the spoils of battle. She tisked a bit at it all as she found it rather lack luster for her. She picked up the rather awkward large bastard sword as she found difficulty holding the weapon in one hand with its rather odd weight behind it.<strong>"Spoils? Its nothing impressive to me."</strong>She spoke softly as she swung the weapon once before placing it back down. While it seemed as an interesting weapon, it was something that simply was far to uncomfortable for her to wield. Her eyes only managed to fixate on the other various objects as she wandered over to one of the bows giving it a glare as she picked it up. By far it was the most useful tool for her. She wasn't very fond of the idea of using a ranged weapon. It was often considered cowardly in her culture to take a fight from a distance.  She glanced over at the tower shields which was by far something she found to be the worst of the lot. It was one thing to fight from a range, but it was another to hide away behind some huge shield like that in an attempt to not be hit at all.