Satoru laughter echoed in the aftermath of the intense battle against the lunarian, but it was mixed with a tinge of embarrassment. As he lay on the ground, He found himself split in half, the remnants of his shattered form strewn across the ground, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. His usual confident demeanor took a hit.

"I guess I underestimated that one. Didn't expect to lose two limbs in a single go," he admitted, glancing at the sharp diamond stump of his arms. The true colors of his diamond form were exposed beneath the shattered powder on his face.

His eyes shifted towards you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, this is a bit awkward. I was just boasting about my strength, and look where it got me."

He chuckled, the irony not lost on him. Despite the situation, he maintained a certain level of composure. "Say, could you do me a favor? I think one of my arms is still intact somewhere around here. Mind fetching it for me?" Satoru's request held a hint of self-deprecating humor.

As he awaited your assistance, he couldn't help but joke, "Ohhh boy, I can already hear Shoko's scolding. This won't be easy to live down, huh?"