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, From the sidelines, Scanlan yells inspiration at you and Cutting Words at Kern. Keyleth attempts to heal you from a distance, but gets caught by a nearby Bastion.
DM: All of a sudden, the rage pulls you through, and your whole body (whipping noise) snaps up into place again, and you can see Kern before you has this grin on his face that he's just watched victory come to him, and then it's torn away. His eyes open and that half-orcish rage suddenly fades for a second as you see, for the first time, deep fear take the heart of your combatant. Take your turn.
Player: I look at my arms, I look at him, I spit blood into the sand, and I say, well, well. Where have I seen this happen before? Time's up. And I run forward and in a massive arcing uppercut, I drive my fist under his jaw with everything I have.
DM: Go ahead and roll for damage.
Player: Oh, damage?
DM: Roll for attack.
Player: Okay. Oh, shit. 18?
DM: 18? As you rush forward he, through the fear, still brings his hand up and slaps the first hit out of the way. Second attack.
Player: I look down and I say, (sighs) Very well, respect. And I take my elbow and drive it into his temple.
DM: Roll for second attack.
Player: 15.
DM: 15. The second one, brings back and parries it to the side. (heavy breathing)
