It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The first strike hits him in the shoulder, the second caves his face in. The devil falls to the ground, unmoving.
DM: 30, 35, 40. You get all the way into this room, you still have 20 feet of movement left, as you enter next to Grog and see two of the fleshy masses of tortured souls kind of starting to make their way in the direction of you and Grog.
Player: What do I have left?
DM: You have your bonus action, that's it. Because you cast Haste, and then did your movement.
Player: Sure. I'll just pull out my rod, grip it hard, choke down on it, maybe grip it with my left hand so it feels different--
DM: Very well.
Player: And I'll say, lance! And I'll just use the rest of my movement to just charge at somebody.
DM: You run up towards one of these creatures, and as you get closer, as you see it becomes more and more apparent in your vision, the more horrifying it gets as you get closer. What's Doty going to do?
Player: As I took off I just said, "Doty, on me!" So he's coming.
DM: Doty's movement is--
