*winces............................no exsplosion* Ha its a dud! Beshides, I had on another arm. *takes off the spare arm and hands it to Centurus*.
You're right about one thing. It was a dud. More precisely, a decoy. The live grenade without the pin was put down the front of your pants, but it's equipped with a delayed timer, but with industrial strength, fast drying super glue.
However, that wasn't a fake arm. I had taken a hacksaw and cut through the shoulder joint, but I did it fast enough that your brain hasn't had time yet to register the pain.
*hangs upside down and hears the grenade explode and Spartan scream out in surprise, and sees Spartan's legs flying across the Dyna, but sees Spartan propping himself up on his remaining arm and exclaim, "It's just a flesh wound."*