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, They find the circlet they were sent to find and Keyleth puts it on, attuning to it. Meanwhile, you is watching the streets and sees that there are a few individuals tailing them.
DM: Okay. You do notice on the far end of the street there does appear to be a pair of individuals that are leaned against a building, looking right at you.
Player: Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
DM: They're about a block and a half down the direction you came.
Player: I don't look at them. Can I try to attune with my new bloodaxe while I'm waiting?
DM: You can. Just the bloodaxe?
Player: Both.
DM: Okay. So you sit down, your hands still inside the gauntlets, and take a moment to find the connection. You feel this rush of adrenaline hit your body as your hands seem to go numb for a moment, and in a flash your eyes see the chaos of the elements, of the creation of planets slamming into flames and earth, this instant vision of the very force of creation, a time before civilization, and you feel that fiery wrath all of a sudden burn through your fingertips. The vision ends and you look down, and as you curl your fingers, strength pulses through your body that you haven't understood in a while. As you're coming over that moment, the bloodaxe solidifies in your grip, and you can see where this rush could definitely send Kevdak's head to get a little big.
