It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you, Pike and Clarota come to their senses, but Vox Machina has lost any advantage of surprise they may have had. Vox Machina hurriedly searches the rest of the floor.
DM: All right. So both arrows you've been firing over the top. He's kind of hard to see with the table and from being crouched in the corner, but both arrows still manage to barely make their mark. One kind of pins him against the wall, and he looks at his shoulder briefly, looks back at you, raises his hand, as he begins muttering something under his breath. As he does, your arrow (shnk) through his hand and he tries to shake it, and now he's pinned to the wall with an arrow in the middle of his hand.
Player: Yeah! Trinket! Oh no, I used two attacks.
DM: Yeah.
Player: Dang it.
DM: You can still tell Trinket to move. What are you gonna do?
Player: No, no no, I'm gonna hold him there, 'cause he's already in the room.
DM: Okay, got you. All right, so what are you guys doing over in the temple?
