OOC: Oh God... he did have an AC of 21 with buffs... did...
IC: The spell never has a chance to go off. Lord Feador's lips are still moving even when the man's head soars through the air, cleanly separated by Daylily's blow. The head bounces twice before rolling to a halt in a corner of the room, and the eyes of the noble glaze over in death.
Although the immediate threat is over, flames are still spreading along the carpeting of the building, causing smoke to fill the air and make it difficult and painful to breathe.