A scream split the air. Jaddix noted it's direction and echo. He wasn't far from the source, as far as he could tell. More importantly, it was in the direct those men had been headed, the ones on horses that nearly ran him down. The wanderer took off down the down the trail, his bare feet giving him more traction as they dug into the earth. It wasn't but a moment before he entered the clearing, his breathing just starting to come heavy.
Noting the five men so engrossed with harassing a woman that they didn't even notice the ex-pirate enter the area. He grew quite angry as he watched one of the hellions roughly grasp the woman's bosom through her shirt, he had to intervene. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he gave a sharp loud whistle that filled the yard with ear piercing noise. It gained their attention alright. Jaddix spoke before any of them could gather their wits. "Right, lads. Why don't you do yourselves a favor and let the lass go. B-" Before he could finish, one of them chirped up.
"Why don't yeu mind yer feckin' tongue and lea'e yer betters to ther' work." came the leader of the group. Well, Jaddix assumed he was the leader, he had more armor than the others.
Jaddix couldn't not throw it back in his face, "If any of me betters were 'ere. That's exactly what I'd've done. But you are dogs and pups, with nary a bark or bite. Five fully grown men against one petite lass" he spat in the dirt at their direction. "Abhorrently dishonorable."
This had its intended effect, the man's face contorted in anger. "Yeu lot 'old her, I'mma teach this feck'r some manners." The man let go of Serrah and came toward Jaddix pulling a long knife from his belt. Lunging forward with the blade, Jaddix effortlessly sidestepped the attack. Quick as a whip, Jaddix snagged the man's wrist while his other hand issued a harsh chop to the throat. Before the thug could react, Jaddix shifted his center and brought his knee smashing against the man's gut, driving the wind out of his and doubling him over.
Jaddix pushed the thug over as he started making ugly noises that sounded like a combination of retching and coughing while trying to suck in air. Jad resumed his relaxed position and asked, "Whose next?" And like that, the thugs fell, one by one until the last man threw his weapons aside and threw up his hands shouting, "I yield!" Jaddix gave him a sharp blow to the temple for good measure, rendering him unconscious.
Five men felled and Jaddix had not even pulled his weapons. He briefly dusted himself off before approaching Serrah, stopping a few feet short of her. He squat to sit on his heels with an easy balance, so her head was above his. It was an honorific thing, to place someone higher than oneself. "Are you alright, Miss?" He glanced the five bandits sprawled about in varying levels of unconsciousness, "More importantly, did they hurt you?"