The laser you had been charging comes rocketing out of your hands, taking advantage of Dash’s speed-matching to improve your accuracy. She dodges, because of course she does, but she almost gets clipped when the beam splits into two halves to curve quicker towards her. She maintains that vigilance as the laser splits more and more until it looks like a laser light-show of death, a whole buckshot spread’s worth of lasers firing in a decent cone towards her and dancing about in random, unpredictable patterns.