It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Vax looks for the hooded figure and he can't see him. Keyleth uses Heal on Percy and backs up to recover behind Trinket.
DM: Halved to 14. Through your back from the blade. Surprised that the impact didn't take as well as it did, pulls the blade out. Looking at the blood curling on the edge of the blade, you glance over your shoulder at this thug-like figure. Young man, looking a little scared. That brings us to the goliath. Sees you. Dashes forward, takes no action, pulls out a shield and a big old thick broadsword. Comes up, yelling at you, getting your attention full-on gladiatoral warrior-on-warrior combat,. Shield at the ready, ready to tussle with you. Scanlan, you're up.
Player: Me? Jesus, I can't do shit. I get up. Those are holes, craters?
DM: Yeah. It's a gradual crevasse that comes down and comes up to these points here with the ground that's been blown out.
Player: Okay. I get up to the edge. I can only run another 15 feet or something, right?
DM: Yeah, roughly.
Player: I get closer to the edge as far as I can. Shit. Man, I can't do much. How far apart are the farthest of the far?
DM: Both of these guys are about 25, 30 feet from each other.
Player: How about that one and the next one?
DM: That one and the next one there? They would be roughly 65, 70 feet apart.
