It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  Having learned all that they can about Fjord's odd incident, the party embarks on their second day of travel.
DM: You can do that without a problem. You leapfrog off of him, grab his shoulders, and land behind him, scimitars at the ready. Okay, ending Molly's turn. Jester, you're up.
Player: What about the guards?
DM: The guards already went. Oh, she didn't fire. Sorry, thank you for reminding me about that. The other guards did go, she did not-- They did not.
Player: Aren't they going to attack this skeleton one that's right here next to both of us?
DM: They throw their crossbow to the ground and pull out a morningstar, and does a sideswipe towards this-- That is a 19. We'll say that straight up hits. That does five plus eight points of damage to that one. I don't think you've damaged that one yet, right?
Player: Yes I had. I did the Hellish Rebuke to it.
DM: That's right, you did! That was the wrong one. All right, with that, they swing backwards with the mace and hit the side of the skeletal head, which shatters immediately upon impact, ruining its form, and is no longer part of the battle.
Player: I am so surprised I fall off the wall!
DM: You are. You tumble that way.
