A web snagged the side of the warehouse, above the window.  "<em>You son of a bitch!</em>" the spider-masked hero snarled as he swung towards the window.  "What the<em>hell</em>do you want from me?"  Arachnerd released the web, shifting the bat to a two-handed grip as he aimed to crash through the window -- and the Spoiler -- feet-first.<br/><br/>That bat definitely looked familiar, too.<br/><br/>(OOC: Arachnerd cannot win initiative.  You may proceed.)