It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Yasha Nydoorin, a half-angel barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He tells her he wants entry to the library, and she shows him her Cobalt Soul belt saying she can get him in. In the audience for the competition are Lawmaster Orentha Stonegrasp, Dolan Thrym, Starosta Wyatt Fedar, and Headmaster of the Zauber Spire
 Oremid Hass, one of the two mages who attacked the two fleeing Kryn warriors a few nights earlier.
DM: Technically, it's not plus two with rage, because it's not plus seven, right? Because you weren't raging.
Player: Say that again?
DM: It's 23.
Player: It's 23, okay.
DM: Because you're not raging, remember. There is two damage from that you don't have on the plus seven, so it's plus five.
Player: Okay.
DM: Still enough to finish it, but I wanted to let you know.
Player: Wait, what's the plus five-- break it down again?
DM: It's plus three for strength, plus two for your Divine Fury, and then plus two for your rage damage-- that makes it plus seven, but you're not raging.
Player: Okay, right, I see what you're saying.
DM: It had 22 hitpoints left, so you still manage to carve it down. (relieved groaning)
Player: Okay, sorry. I need to write all these down in my notes later so we don't have to keep going through this. I'm going to go over the top of his head and force his jaw open and then take my blade and put it through its mouth, straight through its mouth. Skewer it.
DM: As the blade carves through, you hear it yelp, and its growl turns into this low, guttural (fading growl), and goes limp in your grip as you push it and draw the blade from its body. It slumps onto the ground, right at the base of Jester. Molly, you both take a step back as the body slumps to the ground, no longer moving. Hex is off.
