Ember struggled all the way down, trying to use the hard edges of her elbows to jab him in the stomach or throat to make him reel away in pain, flailing her legs and hoping that she'd hit him between his—their size difference wasn't so great that she couldn't headbutt him, or try to force him back under her, but the whistle had startled her. Clearly, he had reinforcements of his own.
"You absolute—" she interrupted her own insult with a grunt of effort as she tried to whip her head back hard enough to whack him in the face. It'd hurt for her, sure, but it'd hurt for him, too. Unfortunately, her hair was caught beneath them and didn't allow for much movement of her head. She scowled in frustration. "Ken, Sor, ye lousy fucks—get this prick off of me!"
In that moment, Kenway seemed to burst onto the scene, a pistol in his hand and aimed at Phen almost immediately, while Sorrel lagged behind, seemingly startled by the dragon bird, indicated by a "What in the hells is—?!"
Kenway kept his cool, one hand training the pistol on Phen's head while the other drifted to his belt, where his knife was kept. Deep purple eyes took in the situation, flicking to a thrashing (or attempting to thrash) Ember before returning to Phen. "She cause you trouble?"
Ember just scowled deeper. "You are the worst."