It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Mollymauk Tealeaf, a tiefling blood hunter . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They continue to attack both gators. Yasha is held in the jaws of one, and Nott by the other.
DM: Okay. Moving on. That's fine. It's okay. It's still a fair amount of damage. Molly, what are you doing?
Player: With my running speed, how close can I get and still have an action?
DM: That's it.
Player: That's as far as I can get without an action?
DM: Unfortunately, you guys are running through a swamp behind who engaged it, so it's an unfortunate circumstance.
Player: At the very least, then, I'm going to--
DM: Fortune favors the bold in this case.
