I’ll defeat you with the power of friendships
And this gun I found -- Anon Guest
"Look at you," crowed the big bad. Sure of their win. Floating on the rising waves of their own ego. "Another puny mortal trying to best me. Do you not know I cannot be defeated by any weapon made by the hands of flesh?"
"Yeah, I knew," said the hero. "I also knew that necromancy and skeletons doing the work. Bones are still flesh."
"And yet you are here. Trying to defeat me. There is no such thing as a weapon not made by the hands of flesh. Even if you pick up a stone to throw, you have made it a weapon by throwing it. I cannot be defeated."