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, From the ground, she continues to shoot it, taking heavy damage herself. A well-placed arrow to the shoulder takes the creature down without killing it.
DM: It stands up. It almost falls again on its knee, grasps, and puts its arm over where the last arrow went in. It turns around, and leaps back into the forest.
Player: It can leap? No! It leaves? I take the final arrow before it gets away.
DM: Okay, go ahead and fire.
Player: 18.
DM: That hits. Go ahead and roll damage.
Player: I'm going to throw up. Sorry this is so late, guys. 15, 16, 17, plus two lightning damage.
DM: As it leaps in the air, you barely see the shadow disappearing into the canopy. You take your final arrow and let loose. How do you want to do this?
Player: Just right between the shoulder blades.
DM: It hits. You think it hit. You don't hear anything. Quiet. And then the heaviest boulder-like impact of its body onto the forest ground, skidding into the mud, hitting another tree. That tree falls on top, and you have to dodge onto the side to make sure that nothing else falls in the area. And then stillness and calm and quiet hits, and the cold finally comes in. As the blood is pumping and the adrenaline's hitting you, you felt so warm and you're sweating, and at that point as you're breathing in heavily, you can feel the biting cold of the air hitting your lungs, and at that point the adrenaline begins to subside, and you notice your breath is showing up and it is a very cold low mist night now emerging within the forest.
Player: I walk up and I scratch Trinket on the head. You did real good there, bud.
DM: (bear noises)
Player: We're not dead! And I cast Cure Wounds on myself.
DM: All right.
Player: And then I walk over and try to find a fucking trophy on this guy.
DM: Okay. You walk over and you find, indeed, the creature is laid out. It is dead. It is cold. The arrow sticking out of the back, the final blow, seems to have hit a very core nerve center of its back. So carve whatever trophy you wish from its body.
