It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  The party completed the venture of taking the Horn of Orcus to a place of safety and sealing it away, hopefully for eternity, with the help of Lady Kima and two of the Scalebearers. After heading to the basement of the Platinum Sanctuary in the city of Vasselheim, they succeeded in doing so.
DM: That's going to be a gif. And as you now see Kern prepares for a second bout, it's your turn, Grog. What are you doing?
Player: I would like to go into a frenzied rage. I would like to start with a giant front-kick forward and then hammer him down.
DM: All right. Go for the first strike.
Player: Shit, that misses. Two.
DM: That's probably going to miss.
Player: Yep. That's a 19.
DM: 19 is going to hit.
Player: And also 19.
DM: Both hit, yep. So you go to kick with the front kick, and he dodges to the side. However, you still, using your giant haymaker, the inertia clips him across the face. Go ahead and roll damage.
Player: That is a 16.
DM: You're not fighting with your axe. This is with your fists. So rolling 1d4 and then half that.
