Marcus leaned against the wall and caught his breath. He hadn't had a good fight against some giant bugs in months. He examined the gash on his arm. Not too bad, it was already clotted and should knit quickly.
The fight was more or less over, just a handful of straggling bugs still alive and kicking. He snorted and grinned. They weren't much of an enemy, especially when he had a minigun with infinite ammunition. He began heading back towards the center of the arena - there was no door visible as far as he could tell, but he hadn't been in the most lucid shape when he'd come in anyway.