Compilatron With a slight tug of her arms, pieces of metal disassemble from Dasha's pack, and launch into the air. Dasha, however, closed her eyes and stretch out her right hand with the palm facing away from her, both thumb and little finger pointed away from the other three fingers, shaping like a plane. She slowly spins around in circles, her right hand mimicking atmospheric fighter maneuvers, as the cluster of metal pieces follow it like a pod of fish.
After a few circles, Dasha quickly kneel down, her hand right on top of the floor, before going straight up above her head and close her palm. The cluster followed her movement and scattered towards every direction when they reach the ceiling, before combining back into a pack
"Your turn" Dasha says with a subtle hint of laughter
