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, The frost worm bites Keyleth, who casts Blight as payback and heals herself. Vax asks Pike for healing, then hits the visible worm.
DM: As you're pushing forward, the large black dragon is just toying with you-- it's climbing across the rooftops, and just watching you as you run, and you hear it chuckling under its breath-- (menacing chuckle, whoosh, impact).
Player: Okay, is he taking to the air?
DM: He takes to the air and jumps to another rooftop.
Player: I'm going to try as I'm running-- do I have enough time to try and take a shot?
DM: You can, yeah.
Player: Am I going to be able to keep up with he group?
DM: Probably not.
Player: Never mind. Damn it, never mind.
DM: So you're like, "shit," and you just keep running. It now jumped over onto this rooftop and Raishan has moved up toward the center and making its way towards you. At this moment, another burst of fire over the wall much closer goes (boom) and swooping out of it, out of the flames, you see the largest red dragon you've ever experienced come swooshing through the flames, rises up past. The two other dragons almost lower their heads as it passes over.
