Start of the Third Round

As Alexander was starting to sail off, a few of his officers chose to surround him and suggested that they should attack the Margrave's ships now, to take advantage of the fact that most of them were still anchored by the bridge.

"They are defenseless!" They had cheered, pointing excitedly to the ships that were woggling like a toddler on the water, appearing perfectly harmless.

Hearing this idea, Alexander was first and foremost amazed and astonished at these daredevils.

It had been literally just minutes since they had been saved from the brink of death by the skin of their teeth, and yet, these desperadoes had the gall to tempt fate again so soon.

Alexander could not decide whether to be happy that he had the great fortune of commanding such skilled and zealous men with balls of steel, or lampoon the muscle headedness of so many of them, who were so focused on immediate gains that they were unable to see even a corner of the greater picture.