It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Across from the entrance is a set of wooden doors which he listens at. He hears nothing, but notices that the door is unlocked.
DM: Yes. From around the corner, you pull back, leap up, jump onto Grog's back and attempt to spring off of it.
Player: 11.
DM: 11, okay.  All right. So you jump off of Grog's back. Grog, not expecting it, instinctively ducks down and the force you push off, as he's not aware there's going to be a giant cat there--
Player: Uh-huh.
DM: -- in doing so, it doesn't give you the momentum you need. You are able to jump over him and get kind of into center of the fray. But you do not have the pounce attack, unfortunately.
Player: Okay. That's fine.
DM: But it gets you there, at least.
Player: Oh, can I not attack?
DM: You can attack, yeah.
Player: Okay, okay, okay. I'm gonna go ahead and do my bite attack.
DM: Go for it.
Player: I'm gonna go right for his throat. Still with the same intention that I had in mind.
DM: Okay, this is the one that took the arrow from Laura.
Player: Okay, 17.
DM: 17? That hits. Go ahead and roll for damage.
Player: 1d10 plus five. Where's my d10s? Ten damage. Piercing damage.
DM: Ten piercing damage, all right. So, as you rush forward, you bite at him. You see he pulls back, but you get a big, meaty chunk of his forearm and clamp down, and you feel a snap, some sort of bone in the middle of his arm and he gives out a horrible-- (yells) sound, as he takes the butt of his hammer and hits you on the snout. Doesn't do any damage, but it's enough to get you to kind of let go of your grip a little bit, and he rips his arm out of your jaws. Leaving that kind of nasty, irony taste of duergar blood, that you've now become accustomed to, unfortunately. That ends the round. Now you have Tiberius and a cat in your way.
