It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, In the city below, they watch as a group of devas join battle against a group of gloomstalkers, and both are annihilated by a single swipe of the titan's arm. Grog, hanging off Vecna's side, pulls out Pelor's Divine Trammel and drives it into the closest wound—the first of their three trammels to be attached.
DM: The second one has suffered enough damage to be picked off, and part of its jaw gets blasted off, and it melts into that liquid black smoke-like disappearing ether.
Player: For my third action, oh god, I'm going to run down a little bit. I'm going to try and get three of these guys in a line.
DM: Okay, so you're moving down this way?
Player: Just a little bit. I'm going to be one space away. I'm not going around that way, but I'm going to try to back around.
DM: This way? Okay, yeah, you can move over here.
Player: I don't want to get too far away, because I'm not done with my movement. I'm trying to get the shot as I run.
DM: That's 20 feet, and you can fire and hit three of these skeletons in one shot.
