Note: I forgot to tell the tale of the poor lion, brought into this cruel world only to appear amidst the flashing blades of dwarven vengeance. Yes, I speak of the Tan Lion, who's woeful fate we now discuss.
The damage roll on the blade barrier against the lion was 58 slashing damage. Alas, poor Lion, had only 32 to give, and the rest, as they say, was taken out of his hide.
At knee height, the blades were, and falling softly into the grass beneath the barrier, the stumps of his legs came to rest, spattered with the bits of the corpse left by the vicious circle.
Sorry dude. That wind's a &*%$$.
-seasong