Deferring to Steve's superior competence, you watch to see how he handles the situation.
He nods to Sarah (you finally asked), and both horses rear up, scattering the torch boys. The Banks are not as brave as they are loud. Several drop their flamey sticks and flee. The remaining ones seem less motivated than before and slowly wander off.
Horses, of course, are very big. And torch boys are squishy.
You and Lily splash out of the pond. The moon is high in the clear sky, the night air bracing.