Right as the scythe begins to come down, he instinctively raises both his arms to block, forgetting that his power wouldn't be there now to stop the blow as it would have easily done in the past...

...and then he hears the scythe hit something. Something that wasn't his arms. There was a barrier around him, of which he casts a look around it in awe. Where it came from, he didn't know, but he doesn't have time to worry about that now.

He quickly picks up the sword, the weight of it not causing him any problems as he draws and swings at a minus 2 on his roll to hit at the creature's midsection, yelling loudly to make sure he kept its attention on him. She was defenseless and that magic of hers was better used without interruption.