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, A fireball trap goes off, knocking most of the party over except for Grog and Vax. There is now a giant crater in the ground and the smell of gunpowder fills the air.
DM: She makes it. It doesn't knock her prone. It hits her in the foot. She almost falls over. Roll damage.
Player: Make sure I'm rolling all the right dice. That'll do. That's six plus ten. 22 points of damage plus three points of necrotic damage.
DM: Nice. (gunshot) The blast hits the leg. It almost knocks her onto the ground, but she catches herself against the tree right behind her and pushes herself into place.
Player: That's funny. I'm going to burn an action surge and I'm going to shoot her two more times because it's funny. Where is she? What's behind her?
DM: It is a tree about ten feet behind her.
Player: I'm going to hit her again with an attempt to knock her down; I'm going to burn another grit for that. That is 32 to hit.
DM: 32 to hit? That'll hit.
Player: Not quite as good. 14 points of damage, plus three points of necrotic. Another strength check.
DM: Another strength check. This one she does not make. As she readies herself, you fire a second time, and it hits her foot. You can see a spatter of blood off the side. She falls and slams down on the ground taking three points of piercing damage landing onto the broken glass and the rubble around her.
