The Tiefling watched as the ships drew closer and closer. Sure he had been raised among combat casters but he'd left that behind. At least that was what he said to himself. Sure there was no escaping magic you'd already learned, and honestly his gifts lingered always at the back of his mind sometimes pressing too closely to his Druidcraft. 
As the ship drew closer and suddenly he was close enough to make out the enemy, realization settled into him. This wasn't going to be a normal fight. 

He moved deftly forward, meeting the first wave with force. The scythe like weapon in hand cut through the rotted flesh and bone with relative ease. It was enough to set the crew into motion. Making his way towards the railing of the ship he sought anything that would be flammable. A stray bottle of liquor caught his eye as it slid when the ship listed restlessly and he snatched it up, dodging and weaving around the attacks as he stuffed the top with a piece of clothe. If he could set some part of that ship on fire maybe it would spread quick and sink, but the fire would have to catch and burn fast. 

Nephrus lit the cloth with his Thaumatergy cantrip, a gift by blood, and he let it burn a little bit. "[color=f26522]Have a taste of hell fire you bastarts...[/color]" He growled out and threw the bottle as hard as he could towards the mast of the enemy ship, hoping it would break and ignite.