It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . 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: With that, you can make an attack with that as soon as it comes out. Make a melee spell attack, please.
Player: Okay, 17?
DM: 17 does hit.
Player: Ooh, seven. Seven radiant damage.
DM: Seven radiant damage, nice. As it strikes down, wham! From the creature, already watching its bones and its form shakes--
Player: Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, I was looking at the wrong spell, hold on. Oh, 1d8 plus three! Seven plus three-- Ten!
DM: Ten. Oh, that'll be enough. You watch as it pulls back with the Infernal shouting of Mollymauk causing it to prepare itself for a lunge. As it gets low, its jaw snapping open, you watch as bits of its skin fall onto the ground as it does so (snarl). And right before it leaps, (wham) it just smashes it into the ground and its bones go flying and scattering in every which direction.
