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, Concentrating on the Wind Wall, Keyleth backs into the corner. Percy continues shooting at the guards.
DM: 13 total. Okay. So (doosh) the last two blasts hit him, and you can see, he almost gets thrown off his feet from the impact. There's now blood trickling out from under his helmet from where one of the blasts got his chin. One into his chest. He's still standing up, barely, and he's still confused by this smoke that's swirling around him. Are you going to stay where you are?
Player: I'm going to take a step forward.
DM: Right there?
Player: Up the stairs.
DM: Up the stairs. Okay.
Player: Yeah.
DM: Just ominously stepping up the stairway. I like it. That brings us to Vax.
