As Erland rushed off to the two people fighting, he finally got a good glance at the person with dirty white cloths. His eyes widened as he did, "Dad?..." He said with his voice lowered.
Erland rushed forward to the fight with a stern and calculating frown, almost ignoring the burnt animals around. "(I should get off from the horse. If they know that there's someone coming with a horse, they'll be alert.)" He looked behind. "(Their whistle is gonna reach too far...I have to get rid of it.)"
He got off from the horse immediately, facing the police and kicked on it as hard as he could."(Sorry...)"
With a pained neigh, the horse ran towards the police in full speed and bumped into their horse, making the whistler drop his whistle. Erland then bounced into the air and then on the tree branches, heading to the place where the fight took place.
