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 morning, while everyone else is taking breakfast, Pike checks the front door and finds about 20 skeletons waiting outside. She and Grog charge out to handle them.
DM: This isn't the one in the fully dark armor. This is the one that has armor under a cloak. It looks like an older man's face. Has this staff at the side and a mace hanging from the belt and is currently casting spells from the ceiling right now.
Player: Goddamn it. I wanted to throw some electricity on it and I blanked because my brain is made of Swiss cheese. Is it too late?
DM: I'll let you throw it on.
Player: I'm going to add-- on that last shot, I'm going to add 5d6 worth of electricity damage.
DM: Go for it.
Player: (counting) 16 points of lightning damage.
DM: 16 points of lightning damage.
Player: That's five Cabal's. (blast) Five Cabal's.
DM: All righty. That ends your turn, Percival?
Player: Yeah.
DM: Scanlan, you're up.
