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, You managed to, thanks to a very high roll from Keyleth, discover there was some sort of a waterfall or trickle of liquid near the hip of this giant titan. Its giant, four, swinging arms only managed to clip Keyleth and Vax once.
DM: Okay, the first shot? As you reach over and fire at that one, you hit it, and you watch as it scatters into stones across the far--
Player: I'll put the first shot at that, and then shift the next two to the other one.
DM: Yep. They have the same AC.
Player: Okay, so that's seven points of psychic damage, and 36 points of normal damage!
DM: To that one?
Player: Yeah.
DM: Okay, as the second one does blast a large chunk out of its torso and side, it still stands there with its angered arms open, ready to swing at whatever comes at it.
Player: Okay, I'm good!
DM: All right, that ends Percival's turn. Grog, you're up.
