"Now?" Marcos glanced all around, "can't you see the condition of my men? They are all injured and suited to fight another war yet."
He turned to Doaf to get his support, but Arthur cut the path on the two as he firmly said:
"We went to this war with no more than a thousand. Are you telling me now I shouldn't go to it when I have tens of thousands? That's ridiculous!"
"I won't let my men fight this soon," Marcos said in a stubborn way.
"In fact…" Doaf had to step in, "you know how much I respect you as a friend and a brother, but you also know that I'm higher in rank than you as our grandmaster."
"What do you mean by that?" Marcos' eyes narrowed as he coldly asked.
"If I said they will fight then they will," Doaf said without flinching, "and they will."
"This is…" Marcos hesitated before adding, "a very wrong decision leader."