It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Algar sees them and orders Xundi to finish them off quickly. Roll initiative.
DM: I'll say if you wanted to try and vertical leap from here, go ahead and make an athletics check to see if, given the circumstances of the turn, you can make it.
Player: Okay, 22.
DM: 22? I'll allow you to just get the final distance on the edge and have to correct yourself and then catch it on the ledge. But that's the end of your movement there.
Player: (panting) Fuck, you guys. And I'm going to take my shurikens and pop pop!
DM: Towards?
Player: Whoever I can see.
DM: You can barely see Algar just around the corner. Three-quarters cover. And then there's the protector who looks fairly hurt.
