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, Vex'ahlia and Vax'ildan both do some damage to him before skeletons rise from the debris of the battlefield, attacking whatever combatants are not airborne. Scanlan 2, having seen his signal—albeit rather earlier than expected—now climbs up to join the fray.
DM: All right, so 37 points of slashing damage. All right. With that you toss the blade up into the side. "Oh." And you see for a second, there's a brief flash of recognition and a slight sliver of worry on his brow for but an instant, before his hand reaches up and grabs towards to try and pull the blade out.
Player: I pull the chain back, catch it with my hasted action, throw it again. Reckless.
DM: Okay so you pull it back and make your attack.
Player: That's 27.
DM: 27? That hits.
Player: 20. That's a nine so 34 plus one. 35 points of slashing damage.
DM: 35 points of slashing damage. As you draw the blade back for the second swing and you rotate it as it goes, "I can taste him," and you fling it upward and it pierces once more into the abdomen. Each time, you begin to grow more and more nervous with the proximity of the blade towards the currently unconscious and contained little girl inside the chest.
Player: I do?
DM: Others may. You may be fine. But it's passing within like a foot of her each time.
Player: Where is she in relation to him?
DM: Inside the chest cavity.
Player: Right. Got to keep that in mind.
DM: Second time as it hits, there's another flash of dark energy. Are you withdrawing it?
Player: Yes.
DM: Okay. Make another check to pull it out.
