It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Suddenly, Aldor reacts from the back of the room, alarmed and ready to run in the event that she is present. Vanessa tells him that it is okay, Lyra is currently away helping her uncle, Randi.
DM: Oh, and as a note, I need you to make a concentration check for both of those hits, they were 14 damage each, so, and you have Warcaster, right?
Player: Oh, yes. Oh yes.
DM: So go ahead and make constitution checks. Constitution. Let me look at this.
Player: That's 11 plus two is 13, right? Not great, not great. And 14. 13 and 14.
DM: Okay, yeah, that's gonna end concentration, Bigby's Hand off the table.
Player: (gasps) Bigby's Hand is gone.
DM: Too much damage for you on that one. So from the impact of the blows you just managed, the spell fizzles from your mind and the hand dissipates into the distance. All right, now, Grog.
