The loud grinding sound continued, and the robotic arm closest to Kothar began to move. The blunt grasping claws that Kothar had smithed just days ago were opening and closing slowly, as the rudimentary motor at the base made loud whirring and clanking sounds.
As Silane gained confidence, more and more of the arms began to move, and before long, the entire room was filled with the sound of grinding metal and the whirring of engines.
[Seems like all of this is going to need some grease. I don't think I'll be able to handle this racket for very long.] Kothar marveled as Silane expertly manipulated one of the arms to pick up a large wing section, and spun it about in the air.
