"Discipline is the soul of an army. It makes small numbers formidable; procures success to the weak, and esteem to all."
- George Washington
Semseddin acted first knowing that the area of riot is in his own camp, he knows that it is most likely the group of Epirutian conscripts who showed a strong antipathy towards this form of national service and this sense of hatred might be spread over to the rest of the Epirutian regiments within ten minutes. Semseddin leapt on to his mount and galloped back towards his camp accompanied with his guards, leaving the old Sanjek back there continuing to crawl back up slowly and take his own time to straighten his numb legs after seating down for too long.