It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Caleb Widogast, a human wizard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They are  pulled into the center and announced as The Mighty Nein's final round. Knowing the Stubborn Stock is watching from behind the distant doorways that lead into the central arena,  the members of the Mighty Nein  all scattered about the sands as the sun begins to get close to dusk, shouting out  their  various plans and then abandoning them last minute.
DM: That does not hit, unfortunately. It just misses. As you see once again, Molly on the ground and Yasha barely making an impact. Nott gets a couple good hits off, and you try to fire. Unfortunately, as he pulls back to grasp the face, the Fire Bolt goes wide past where the head previously was.
Player: Yeah, I'm going to use my movement to back up behind that column.
DM: There?
Player: Ja.
DM: That would put you about there. That ends your turn, Caleb?
Player: Ja.
DM: Jester, you're up.
