It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  Before this happened, as a part of a journey towards this Tri-Spire, both Caleb and Jester made their way there. Caleb unsuccessfully entering a nicer district of the city that did not seem to believe or respect his presentation.
DM: 11 points of damage. As you leap and smack it in the face, it pulls up a little bit further away, screeching at the impact. It's looking pretty rough. It's still around, but that was not a positive hit for it.
Player: Do I have room to still get one more swat? Probably not.
DM: I gave you the one. You're technically just out of range.
Player: Okay.
DM: That was part of the risk. That end your turn?
Player: Yeah, I guess so.
DM: Molly?
