Nova closed her eyes as instructed and allowed herself to be led along through the steam that the fire had been reduced to. There was so much going on around them that Nova was beginning to feel overwhelmed, her extra sense of the world working against her. Exhaling slowly, Nova shut it down as best she could, deciding to rely on the Dark Wielder for the moment. Just when she thought they were out of the woods, that the Fire Wielder was beaten, the boy showed he had at least one more trick up his sleeve. Blasting them with another fireball, Nova stared at the darker flame with complete horror. She had never seen anything of the sort, but she had certainly heard of it. Her father was still training to achieve the black flame, something he didn't seem close to quite yet in his life. Feeling the impact with her weapon, Nova's eyes welled up with tears, the blade of the scythe disintegrating before her eyes. "Jerk." She hissed, slamming the now soft weapon on the ground at an angle, breaking off the 'infected' portion. She was left with a decent portion of the shaft, but she knew the weight distribution would be too different for her to use it effectively in a fight. 

As she stared at the useless weapon the space around Nova seemed to get heavier, like a foot pressing a rock into the dirt. It was only temporary, however, and Nova was unaware of the subtle shift that she herself had just caused in her anger. Clipping what was left of her weapon to her back, Nova popped the joints in her neck to calm herself down. "I am the bigger person... I will make the responsible decision..." She muttered to herself, chewing on her bottom lip. "Nope. No, I'm going to punch him in the face." Nova growled, marching forward in the direction the Wielder had jumped.