The Tiefling is no stranger to war or combat, he'd seen plenty by now in his travels. That of course did not mean he was prepared for this. It was supposed to be an easy trip, and yet now he found himself battling his own instincts. Still using his sickle to keep from stumbling off balance, the Druid glanced down where crimson swirled through the sea foam that washed across the deck. People were hurt, or dead, and the ship was riddled now surely. Bracing against the tilt of the vessel against the rising wave that guarded it, Nephrus steeled himself. 

He could help, or turn tail. With tail swaying to help him keep his balance, the Tiefling shifted towards the railing slightly, having to almost bounce over the rigging of the downed mast as it threatened to sweep his feet. 
Liquid metal eyes turned up at the sky and as the next volley of canon fire lit up the night around them, light crackled across the sky over head, a cylinder of clouds building with haste in the distance. 

Nephrus knew that it was dangerous and he positioned himself carefully to avoid simply being thrown overboard in his concentration. Energy crackled across the plane of his eyes and The same purple flashes danced along the controlled clouds, growing in power as thunder bubbled along the sea around them. A few of those bolts licked at the railing of the ship attacking them. He did not know why they were being attacked, but Neph made it a point to return fire when fire was dealt.