It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Mollymauk Tealeaf, a tiefling blood hunter . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Nott tries to soothe the creature by singing like Toya did earlier to the  devil-toad,  with comically bad results. Beauregard is slow to react, still momentarily convinced that the zombie attack is a part of the act, but finally attacks the creature with a flurry of blows that knocks the zombie around.
DM: Ten, oh, shit. That's right, you're with Nott, that's what happened. So Molly, you go ahead and go for your turn as well. My apologies.
Player: I'm going to yell to the back, open the tent wide! And I'm going to pull-- how far away am I?
DM: You're right there. You're in the middle of the crowd as it's swarming around you and Yasha.
Player: (sighs) I'm going to run around and see if I can flank that creature, if I can move towards flanking that creature with the other two.
DM: You can't really flank it, but you can get next to it.
Player: All right. Can I get close enough to take a shot?
DM: You can, yeah.
