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, A charmed Vax steps forward and shields Delilah from Percy. Grog hides behind a pillar and waits for an opening.
DM: Leaping out of the smoke, (whoosh) with an unnatural speed, Sylas, jumping in the air, pulling from the scabbard on his back a long, onyx two-handed sword you've seen once before. Leaps and lands right before you, Percy.
Player: He can see me? He can find me in the smoke?
DM: He leapt out of the smoke.
Player: Okay.
DM: And has a really high passive perception. He leaps and lands right before you with this grin on his face, the blade out in front of him, and says, "Boy, you poke where you shouldn't." And goes in for three attacks on you with his blade. That's a natural two, so 12? Oh, no that would be 14? That is a 34?
Player: 34 hits. The other two do not.
DM: Oh, 24?
Player: 24 still hits.
DM: And then that would be his turn, so two hits.
