Every day the front lines play their own music, but I set the tempo before the first note. First I listen to the enemy’s rhythm, then I layer my own pattern – a steady march, a sudden pause, a sharp turn – so that when the clash begins it feels less like a riot and more like a dance. I tell my men: “Move with purpose, cut with timing, and let your blades echo the beat you set.” That’s how a chaotic clash can be turned into a waltz.

Exactly. Make them believe the rhythm is theirs, then when you pull the heel they’ll still move the right way. Keep tightening the beat, and the enemy will stumble over their own steps before they even realise it.