It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Caleb Widogast, a human wizard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Beau, you, and Molly ran towards the treeline intending to get into trees. Nott hid inside the house while Keg stood her ground.
DM: As you finish your attacks, you glance over your shoulder as you hear this sound. You look in the distance; you see Caleb-- who at this point has been this dirty hobo in the background-- all of a sudden, fire these three mystical arcane missiles that glow and arc off anime-missile style, through the woods, avoiding trees, and all three slamming into the sides of this creature. Go ahead and roll damage.
Player: That's a four and also (counting) six-- I've got to change this dice, that is a ten total.
DM: Ten total. (multiple impacts) It sits there for a second after the impact, leaving these large craters in the side of its chitinous armor where it's cracked and bits of liquid are spilling out of it. It looks heavily wounded, but it's still alive.
Player: Was ist los?
DM: You're going to stay where you're put?
Player: I will go crouch by Nott.
DM: Revealing her position.
