It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The resulting shockwave of radiant energy annihilates thirty-six of the skeletons, leaving only about twenty remaining which rush towards the glowing beacon of a gnome. you, thoroughly impressed with Pike, jumps off as well but due to the slickness of the wall falls short of reaching her.
DM: The wall itself is slick, and as you push down, you lose your traction on the front. It doesn't cause you to fall, per se, but you manage to get ten feet off the actual wall, landing (boof) with a thud in the dirt, and Pike still 25 feet away from you.
Player: Okay, do I still have a move, or is that my move?
DM: I'm going to say that's going to be your move.
Player: Okay, shit.  How many are in my line of sight?
DM: The 20 or so that are left are currently 55 feet from you and beyond.
Player: And are they clumped together by any chance?
DM: They are; they're very clumped together.
Player: Oh, great.
DM: All their friends just turned to ash, and they're now starting to climb over the armor to find their way towards Pike.
Player: Okay, then I'm going to cast Lightning Bolt on them. Will I hit Pike? Is she in my line of fire?
DM: Not if you angle it towards the edge.
Player: I will angle it, then.
DM: All right.
Player: Oh, and also, Lightning Bolt comes out of my body?
DM: Out of your body in a straight line.
Player: Can it come from my cock region?
DM: If you would like to.
