Foe or Friend?

In the deserted village, just some old people were seen walking by and the silent wind blows hard.

Some of them were running scared, avoiding the people who seemed like they were going to start a fight. The dust from the ground fly up high and even covered up the view in the distance.

The figure on the horse, who look like a young man from his eyes and posture, pulled his horse's rein to keep the horse from advancing. Even his horse wants to have a fight right away.

"You guys pass on our road while carrying an old carriage there, we suspect you guys take what you guys should take from the city, and that's what ours"

The man sitting on the carriage widens his eyes and gets ready with his machete to chase away those unknown people.

"Damn it"

The wind flew dry leaves on the ground as the flick of a machete shot from the top of the carriage attacking the people on the horse.

"Hiat!!