Anthony slowly crept along the ceiling, the only thing betraying his presence being the quiet whine of the servos in his suit. From up high, he managed to spot yet another vulnerable goon. Anthony made his way closer, until he was directly above his target, and gently tethered a steel cable to the ceiling. He slowly descended, the steel cable being rapidly fabricated and unspooled to lower him to the ground. He flipped through menus on his HUD, his mental commands allowing him to quickly and rapidly navigate the onboard operating system. Suit integrity was nominal, energy was at near max capacity and slowly being regenerated by the small reactor on his back, and the raw resources to manufacture his steel cables had just barely ticked down to ninety-nine percent. He grimaced slightly at the list of currently inactive subsystems, disappointed that he had not yet managed to fully repair the suit. He closed the menus just as he touched down behind the thug. He prepared to deliver a debilitating blow to the back of the goons head, his fist already rapidly approaching the nape of the mans neck, when a warning appeared on his HUD. In bright red letters were the words "SERVO OBSTRUCTED: LEFT ARM; SERVO 3: REPAIR REQUIRED". He knew the mechanics of his Spider Suit like the back of his hand, though even a laymen would immediately recognize the left elbow had locked up. The entire joint stalled, sending his elbow fly past the mans head and hitting nothing. A moment later, the servo broke free with an audible snap. The joint was working again, but he had lost the element of surprise.