It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Nott the Brave, a goblin rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They agree and make their way into the fray. Dodging through and around burning buildings, the party takes down a few of the gnolls, including a couple of undead ones.
DM: Yeah, so you maintain control over the Hideous Laughter. Okay. You rush into the cloud of ash after them, and you begin to see some of the shapes ahead of you of the gnolls there, pushing the cart. You're still behind them by about 30 or so feet, and right as you rush forward, darting in, the heat from the embers entering your lungs burn, and you put your mask over to block and help filter a bit, with the cloth and bandages, and right as you rush forward, you see the back of the heavy armored leader, that's bringing up the rear of where the cart is, and he turns and sees you.
Player: Oh god.
DM: As soon as you finish your movement, it spins and looks in your vicinity, to see that you're alone.
Player: Oh god.
DM: Takes his glaive.
Player: Oh god!
DM: And closes the distance with a giant downward swing.
