It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you's axe, however, takes a chunk out of it. The party continue to fight as the Trickfoots scatter and hide.
DM: Right there. You come up right to the side of it, and you can look up and see it now. It's forming this wall of screaming faces at you, and a lot of them are watching as-- all of them are facing Pike as she disappears, and all of a sudden, all at once, a hundred faces go (shhhp) to you, and (gurgling growl). What are you doing?
Player: All eyes on me. I swing at it. The first one regular.
DM: Okay.
Player: 28.
DM: 28 hits. Go ahead and roll damage.
Player: We'll see what happens now. 24 points of damage.
DM: 24 points of damage. As you rush up angrily, you swing your axe, with additional?
Player: Necrotic, four.
DM: All right, 28. All right, cool. You swing, and as your axe cleaves through the side of it, you watch as parts of it break open, sending chunks of it flying, and the creature (shrieks) seems to scream in pain from the impact.
