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, Three of the bolts hit Percy in the chest and a fourth glances off his shoulder. Four more bolts hit you.
DM: Okay, so you take from three heavy crossbow bolts at you. Seven, 19, 32 points of piercing damage. All three bolts stick into your chest. They're big, long, thick, heavy crossbow bolts. One of them gleans off your shoulder and catches the edge of the wall, but the other two have actually sunk into your torso and are sticking out of you. The other five against you, Grog.
Player: Yep.
DM: Since you did not do reckless strike last time, they are not with advantage. That is 19?
Player: Hits.
DM: 12?
Player: Misses.
DM: Oh, that's a 25.
Player: Hits.
DM: That is a 19?
Player: Hits.
DM: Last one is a 24.
Player: Yep, so four out of the five.
DM: Yep. That's 11 plus seven. 18.
Player: 18.
DM: Plus eight. 25.
Player: 26.
DM: Plus 13. So 39.
Player: 39. Half.
DM: 18.
Player: Okay.
DM: 18 points of piercing damage again. Bolts are sticking out of your body all over. You almost have additional armor from the number of bolts that are on your body, but you're still standing there, frothing at the mouth, angry, just like, "Come at me!" That ends the guards' turn. They all reload their bolts and pull their crossbows up. Vex, you're up.
