It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Caleb Widogast, a human wizard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Yasha, furious, uses Necrotic Shroud and two large, skeletal black wings emerge from her shoulder blades, the tips of her hair turn black, and her eyes go jet black. Two wolves attack Jester, still trying to pull you out of danger.
DM: Five points of damage. You strike past it. It keeps running, charges this direction. The ogre right now, being surrounded and watching the rest of its fellows run away, is backing up and looking, "Where Emmett?!" Oh yeah, thank you. He's blocked from my position. He is going to, seeing everything else fleeing, scatter as well. Just runs off the map. That finishes their go. Caleb, you're up.
Player: Yeah, okay, I'm going to start muttering under my breath and stretch out two hands and send two Magic Missiles: one at the one that ran that way, and two at this one, and two at the one that ran that way.
DM: Okay. You're casting it at level two?
Player: I'm casting it at level two.
DM: Yeah, so it's two missiles each. Go ahead and roll damage. 1d4 plus one per missile.
Player: Okay, so the one that was near Nott is three and seven for that one.
DM: He gets hit by both, continues to run. He's wounded, but still alive.
Player: Verdammt. Two, three and seven for that one as well.
DM: Seven for this one? The one that's running past Molly, both missiles hit it from two different sides, and his head pops open from both sides of the force damage hitting it. Its body runs for like three more steps before it (boom) onto the ground on its own.
Player: I will just stay put.
DM: Okay, finishing Caleb's go. Fjord, you're up. Molly, you're on deck.
