It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Suddenly, Aldor reacts from the back of the room, alarmed and ready to run in the event that she is present. Vanessa tells him that it is okay, Lyra is currently away helping her uncle, Randi.
DM: 27. He goes to try and catch it, but you change the direction of the blade at the last minute and find the side of his flesh, go ahead and roll damage.
Player: Okay. So 12. 19.
DM: He does make his save on that.
Player: 29. Damn it, he does?
DM: 29 damage.
Player: 29. All that.
DM: He's got a decent constitution.
Player: Yeah, you think?
DM: All right, so the third blade finally sinks in about two inches into his clavicle area and probably would snap the clavicle bone if he hadn't put his hands up and caught as much of the impact as he could, and then throws it back again and just kicks you away to get a little bit of distance.
Player: Shit, really? Little distance, or?
DM: It's just like a foot, just away from being clenched up.
Player: Okay. Can I move opposite of where my two lads are so I stay behind him again?
DM: Right there? Yeah, you can do that. Go for it. All right, that ends your turn?
Player: Yep.
DM: Scanlan, you're up. Well, let me see actually if he resists the-- Nope.
