It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Vox Machina made the relatively grim journey back to the mountainside, finding it now brimming with volcanic rock and volcanic activity that previously lay dormant. Upon climbing the side of the mountain, you found remnants of the Pyrah tribe still alive and making their way up the mountain, as damaged as they are, in hopes of sealing this now progressively swelling tear between the prime Material Plane and the Elemental Plane of Fire.
DM: Without issue, you land-- not even, no. Two-point landing, on your feet, knee down, still clutching your ready-to-go bow, unscathed by the boiling cauldron of molten rock.
Player: And I Hunter's Mark the guy attacking near Percy and Scanlan and I shoot two arrows into him.
DM: Okay, right there. Go for it. Two attacks.
Player: Ugh. Where is my thing? Hold on, sorry. (giggles)
DM: You're on deck, Keyleth.
Player: 21?
DM: 21 hits.
Player: And 17.
DM: Both hit.
