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, The party tear into the cherub creature while it summons lava from the ground beneath them, traps Keyleth and Grog in the earth, and attempts to freeze Vax in a casing of ice. As it takes heavy damage, the creature unleashes a burst of radiant energy from its chest, doing a huge amount of damage to everyone close by.
DM: 40, nice! So as it hits, you watch as the brambles try and wrap around it, but it actually flies free.
Player: Oh wait! Plus the blazing bowstring, another two fire damage.
DM: 42 total. You can see more of it's just falling out of its small, decomposing torso, and it's trying to fly upward now, towards the light. It's on the edge.
Player: I want to try to do the same thing again.
DM: Okay, go for it.
Player: With a Blazing Bowstring again. 28.
DM: 28 hits. Roll damage.
Player: Okay, bramble shot again, because I get two, motherfucker! That's ten for my Blazing Bowstring. Oh, Jesus H. Macy. 19, plus five is 24, plus eight is 32, 36. Oh my god, 34. 38, plus ten is 48.
DM: How do you want to do this? (cheering)
