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, Tiny Vax, thanks to a potion that does that. Scanlan managed to go ahead and put in an Immovable Rod within its stomach, which held it up for a moment, before it decided to truly gain the advantage it needed to escape the circumstance, allowed it to tear through its body, as well as an arrow that was shot by Vex, towards her brother, in the hopes of, I don't know, being a symbol of hope?
DM: You can get there. You're outside of the insect cloud, not a worry. As you're running, you're cleaning it, polishing, loading it. Okay, looks good.
Player: Oh, yes. I'm going to spend my bonus action to do a quick heal.
DM: Okay, your Second Wind?
Player: My Second Wind.
DM: Go for it.
Player: Oh, god. That was awful. That's okay. So, yeah. Good. You can move on, sorry.
DM: Okay. Vex.
