(Phantasy Star 4)
The famed Motavian warrior recently whetted his heavy blade on the thick hull of Rhode's mobile weapon, and he is more than ready to bring its full force to bear on the considerably more fragile robes of Joker. This time around, things are going to work out differently for the headstrong Gryz. With that accursed Vinsfeld out of the picture, there is little to stop the beaked berserker from reaching that championship he so richly deserves, because let's face the facts. Joker might be older, wiser, more evasive, and an extremely accomplished magic-user, but not even the most famed archmages have yet been able to think up the perfect defense against an axe to the you-know-what.
The Twelfth Unit of the Harmonian Southern Frontier Defense Force just can't seem to catch a break. They've managed to get a few League victories under their collective belt, of course, but even their fearless Captain Geddoe has fallen just short of achieving that championship belt. Yes, the fates do seem to conspire against the ragtag band, and this week is no exception. After all, how better to add insult to injury than to match up Joker with a duellist extremely resistant to his Fire Rune? Nevertheless, the wizened warrior-mage is taking it all in stride. He's dealt with muscleheaded axemen like Gryz as recently as a week ago, and never even broken a sweat.
"Old man, stop drinking yourself stupid. You have a match in the morning. Come on."
Joker was a bit upset about his upcoming match with the Motavian, Gryz. "How am I supposed to beat someone like this? Not only is he a devestating hand with an axe, but he resists my strongest magics, too."
"Bah," said Ace, trying to sober his partner up. "Listen, you need to think outside the box. What do we know about Gryz?"
Joker sat up from his glass and stared at the other man, thinking. "Well... like I said, he's a slow, but strong axe-fighter. He's highly resistant to fire."
"Ok," said Ace. "What makes him so resistant to fire?"
"He's a Motavian," Joker began. "Apparently, it's some kind of a racial trait."
"Right. So he's essentially some weird owl thing, right?"
"Well, who's to say he doesn't have some of the other features any bird would? Let's say he has hollow bones."
The older man started to pull back with sudden insight. "Yeah," he said, "Yeah! If he has hollow bones like a bird..."
"You could use your martial arts. Specifically, those attacks that target bones and bone structure..."
"And use his apparent strength against him! Brilliant!" Joker was standing up now, only a little drunk. "I can win now! I know it!"
When it was time for the fight to begin, Joker stood confidently facing Gryz. The Motavian gave him an odd look. "Are you going to start the fight?"
"Of course," Joker said. "Have at you!" Then, in a blur of movement, Joker charged straight for Gryz, got the Motavian into a powerful arm lock, and pulled with all his might.