Will barely pauses as he sees the man and as Kate attacks him one way, he attacks the other, twisting the man's arm behind his back and kicking his knees out,

"Free the lass, Kate! I'll deal with this filth."

And suddenly there's a knife at the man's throat and a dangerous light in Will's eyes as he speaks far too calmly,

"Do ye know that in my time, a man such as yerself would probably be flogged till 'e couldna stand then 'ung. Consider yerself lucky."