(After the escape from Garmadon's former generals)

L-loyd, are you okay?

(panicking)

Yeah, yeah, I think it's my arm! Is it, is it bad?

(Garmadon turns Lloyd's left side toward Garmadon to show him, though there is no arm) (jumping back in alarm)

Whoa!

Is it bad, I don't wanna look. On scale of one to ten, how bad is it?

Oh, I'd say it's about a seven... point... arm ripped off.