I mean, the odds you’d encounter a shark-bear-gator mob just seem astronomically low, right?

War is hell, but those moments of epic glory also happen, the things songs are sung about and grand scenes are painted from, they just don’t make the rest of it worth it at all (though some who have experienced them find themselves feeling differently, against their better judgment). I think in a world that has rules flexible enough that it can also be a video game, moments of heightened realism like this are more than fine. Part of fantasy’s appeal is the way that the reality of the story at times flexes and warps in reaction to the emotional state of the characters, in a way contrasts heavily with the ambivalence our own exhibits in response to us. Fantasy is reality with authorial intent.