It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The fiend then attempts to bite his throat, but Scanlan begins shouting up at him. The bard's Cutting Words distract the pit fiend and cause his bite to just barely miss.
DM: There you go. 44 points of bludgeoning damage. As the tail (whack) slams into you as it spins around, and as the tail hits you it already has its mace, the flames curling off of it, swinging in a backhand motion, toward you. That's going to be a 22.
Player: Doesn't hit!
DM: Doesn't hit?
Player: Doesn't hit, because I just got knocked down, so it went over my fucking prone body!
DM: Okay, so that ends its turn at the moment.
Player: Everyone hears (groaning).
DM: And you know what? Actually--
