It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, In the city below, they watch as a group of devas join battle against a group of gloomstalkers, and both are annihilated by a single swipe of the titan's arm. Grog, hanging off Vecna's side, pulls out Pelor's Divine Trammel and drives it into the closest wound—the first of their three trammels to be attached.
DM: Nope. So this one, however, is going to land and is going to try make an assault on you, Percival. That's going to be 28 to hit?
Player: Oh yeah, that hits.
DM: You suffer 17 points of piercing damage and seven necrotic. 24 total. It's going to also claw you. And that's a 21 to hit.
Player: That also hits.
DM: Take 13 points of slashing damage.
Player: All right, so that's (counting) 22. I'm at 22 hit points. That's fine. I can handle that.
DM: All righty. That is going to bring us to Keyleth.
