It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, before Anders takes his dagger and slits her throat. Two sources of metal clank together but you can't tell who or want made the sounds.
DM: Great. All right, so as you step across the threshold of the room, the tile in front of you all of a sudden bursts in a flash of blue, painfully cold energy, like there's a concentrated moment of shredding ice.
Player: Am I able to use evasion for that?
DM: You can, technically.
Player: So if I succeed, I take no damage.
DM: Correct. Okay, so you take no damage. You dart across, just managing to use that momentum and your intensity toward this horrible moment that just happened before you. And you feel the explosion happen behind you. You just manage to pass beyond it. You rush forward to him. All right. And he's dropped her to the ground now. She's fallen onto her hands and knees.
Player: I'm going into his guts.
DM: Okay.
Player: So first attack is a 25, second attack is a 20, and the third attack is a 26. One, two, three?
DM: One, two, three.
