Staring at the Rider, the thugs went wide eyed, the one with the knife lowering his hand for a moment.

Demon-things whatever. He wasn't the threat now, so Jeremiah didn't care. He focused on the important part. "Ann, get down" he instructed as he 'drew' his psycho-electric sword again. And Ann managed to listen for once and disengage herself from the the shocked thug's arms, falling still amidst them but slightly more out of the way.