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: Practically. As far as the Cindergrove's concerned, they're pretty sad-looking. A lot of them have been destroyed and torn and pushed down around.
Player: All right. I'm going to try to use one as protection. I'm going to hop behind the one over this way.
DM: This way, here?
Player: And I'm going to Hunter's Mark the efreeti.
DM: All righty. Mark the efreeti.
Player: And then I'm going to use my Longbow of the Sky Sentinel. And I'm going to shoot him three times!
DM: Go for it.
Player: That first one probably does not succeed. It is a 16.
DM: That does not hit, nope.
Player: What about 23?
DM: That does hit.
Player: All right. How about... mega miss. So one of those hits, because I'm a loser.
DM: Streaking past, and the third one hits as he's holding the flame balls in his hands. Seeing the small impact, he just glares at you though the impact.
