Alexander watched his men form up and launch volley after volley of crossbow fire with a real gladdened tranquility in his heart.
When he had first noticed the approaching ships, his insides had lurched, and his beat soared to a height it had reached only a few times ever.
This was because Alexander was currently in a very precarious position- atop a narrow bridge with only five hundred men having waters on both sides.
Waters which danced between being sometimes deep and safe and at other times being swallow and dangerous, with deadly corals and sharp reefs.
Meaning if Alexander was ever contemplating jumping, well it was basically a coin flip, choosing between a safe landing or being torn apart and drowning due to excessive blood loss.
The man naturally was not keen on taking such a gamble.
Hence he was happy to see that his men, despite being dwarfed by the enemy were still able to very effectively stop them in their tracks.