The beast thrashes under the weight holding it, the scythe so neatly bisecting it's head popping the hateful orb like an ooze filled ballon, wilting the grass and blackening the blade now covered in it as it corrodes everything it touched after being inert for its fist moments...including Nerrik and Leonard. But the severing of its head seems to work, the creature redoubling its efforts briefly before clearly going into its death throes.