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, Grog, seeing the Thunderlord paralyzed, grabs onto the Bloodaxe and yanks it out of his grip. Grog then slashes at Kevdak's left arm, intending to slice it off.
DM: Three. That's where you can get, right there. Okay. That ends your turn. Surprise back, Percy, you're up.
Player: This'll be fun, we'll see what happens. All right, first thing I'm going to do is cast Hex on Kevdak, on the asshole, I'm going to Hex him.
DM: Cast Hex on the asshole.
Player: So he is now enveloped in my dark smoke of death. He's also now at disadvantage on all strength checks.
DM: Okay.
Player: That's a thing.
DM: That's the thing with Hex, all right. So yeah. You watch as Grog walks around him, Grog's shadow seems to stretch out from his form, reach up, and wrap itself around, almost merging with the tattoos across his torso. The actual bear tattoo almost seems to be almost covered with shadow.
