The creatures behind them seem to be caught in a crossfire, slowly torn apart by it and falling to the ground. A man in combat armor comes around the corner. His helmet was missing and he was covered in blood. He hits a button on the control panel, closing the door. He looks around at the training yard and takes a big breath, trying to calm down. "Welcome to hell, ladies." He smiles at them, a rather charming man, despite the situation they were in. The training yard was clear, more or less.