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, She shoots twice at Percy and he tries to catch one of the bullets attempting to stay up. He falls unconscious and Ripley takes another two shots after his unconscious form.
DM: She shouts over her shoulder, "Finish him!" And... she doesn't vanish. There's a shimmer, and she goes, "Ugh! Curses!" And runs (counting) 30 that way. Actually, not quite. Right there. She shouts over her shoulder, "Finish him!" This one over here, looking over to the side, goes and takes aim.
Player: Is it his turn next?
DM: Yeah. The gunners go next.
Player: God damn it. Take it. Currently, I do have some AC because I have some cover.
DM: Correct, and technically it is--
Player: I don't know why I'm arguing with this, because I'm amused by this entire process at the moment.
DM: This is with the pistol. (gunshot) Takes a shot. The third bullet (rushing bullet) sinks into Percy's form, and the breath fades to stillness. The necklace (breaking glass) shatters around your neck, the one that Pike gave you, and a sudden burst of divine energy fills your body, and you're restored to one hit point. (gasping and exclaiming)
