It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They continue to attack both gators. Yasha is held in the jaws of one, and Nott by the other.
DM: Well, that finishes the croc's turn. As the Haste spell snatches Nott from the jaws of almost imminent death, Fjord you're up.
Player: I fucking see Nott fucking ragdolling all over the place. I'll use the rest of my speed to get as close as I can.
DM: That gets you up onto the battlefield there.
Player: Does that put me within 30 feet of that croc?
DM: It puts you within 35 feet, it's just out of 30 foot range.
Player: I'm 35 feet away?
DM: Yeah.
