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, Vax dashes past Greenbeard towards Kevdak, one of the herd members outside the arena attempting to swipe at the rogue but only catching feathers from the Deathwalker's Ward, and attacks the paralyzed Thunderlord with both daggers in hand. The blades strike true, Vax sinking the weapons up to the hilt into the flesh of the goliath, and the rogue flees the arena, but not before he leaves some parting words for Kevdak.
DM: And with that, as you reach down and touch Grog with it, you see Grog's form shimmer for a second into dark shadow, and then vanish inside--
Player: And I want to fly on past and go up to the next roof.
DM: Okay. So Grog is currently off the table as he's locked inside the gauntlet.
Player: Where should I go, where should I go?
DM: Where are you going? As you rush away, you do get--
Player: I'm going to fly back into the-- I'm going to fly around the back of the big building.
DM: Back here, you mean?
Player: Yeah.
DM: Okay. We'll say for the purposes of this, you are back here.
Player: Okay.
DM: As you fly off from doing this, all of them swing wide at you, that's five attacks of opportunity against you. That's 20.
Player: Hits.
DM: That is 17.
