Sasha had much to digest, Tyr's reply and bloodthirsty nature were notable and a preponderance if this is what he really wanted to go back to when the snake is dead. There was talk of this and the other, plans to scout and thin or take them all on. When the whistle went off, Sasha fina spoke up. 

"They will have eyes to the direction of the whistle, we should come up from the other end and get from the closest thing we have to a flank."

The woven hat slipped from his arm and secured under his chin as he spoke. It may not be much protection, but it might be enough to protect him from distractions and he needed all his focus for the fight ahead. As he looked to the encampment, he searched for their archers and pikemen to target first when it began.