The voices of the fighting and dying could be heard in the distance. Men shouting to be heard over the clang of metal on metal, desperately trying to coordinate themselves, or desperately pleading for help that would never come.
Arthur was having a hard time concentrating in his room, now that his boat was right outside the city's harbor. The attack had gone to plan perfectly, except for one small, irking detail: Abud Bin Mayaddah had survived. He was probably the only thing still keeping the city from falling into his hands, coordinating the resistance from the center of the city. He had to be taken care of as soon as possible, before Arthur's men started to lost their moral and the enemy started recovering from their confusion.
Arthur had ordered some of his scouts to circle the city, and others to try to bypass the main fighting front to enter the center of the city. All of these scouts had the same orders: Locate Bin Mayaddah's command center, such that as soon as the scouts returned, the catapults would be ordered to concentrate all their fire on that spot. If Bin Mayaddah was constantly on the move, as a wise general in a losing position would be, then the scouts would have to split up, some of them going back and forth to report the new position while others kept track of him. They were also ordered to seize any good chance to assassinate the general. Arthur doubted such a chance would present itself, but all the scouts were chosen as good hunters, and were equipped with bows, just in case they got a lucky opening.
Of course, the main body of soldiers would continue fighting without any hesitation or backtracking. To keep the enemy's confusion high and morals low, Arthur had ordered his men to capture any and all civilians possible, and to hold them between the enemy front and theirs. An enemy soldier's fraction-of-a-second hesitation when he saw his wife or children wailing in terror was all that Arthur's archers needed to take him down instantly.
Arthur sighed as he wondered at what point he had started turning so quickly from the peaceful young noble he had been to the uncaring monster he was becoming.
Orders: Continue attacking and push into the center of the city.