It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  Having learned all that they can about Fjord's odd incident, the party embarks on their second day of travel.
DM: Right. Misses. The first one, you watch as it just moves past you and slams into the door. The next one, from this guy up here--
Player: I immediately go whoops.
DM: That's a 12 and a two. The other one misses into the wall. This one over here is going to fire at you. That's a 16 and a 14, plus three, 17.
Player: 17 is my armor class.
DM: The first two one hits the door; the other one, you duck out of the way; and the third one comes and it's piercing right towards your chest. It's going to deal 2d8, seven points of piercing damage.
Player: Okay. I'm going to use Deflect Missiles for my reaction.
DM: Oh, right! Because you got that for your-- Okay. As a reaction, you watch this one arrow that you can't quite duck out of the way--
Player: (grunting exertions)
DM: All right. So go ahead and make the roll.
Player: But it's not super-- I'm still level three, so it's more like a cat swat.
DM: Yeah, you're trying to swat it and see if you can carry the momentum with it.
