Gala's mermen and deyvils steadily probed their way inside the whirlwinds in rows. Their tiny steps were firm and calculated like a marching army towards the base of the enemy.
Mermen, on the other hand, pitter-pattered on their way inside—creating little squeaks sounds from their 'water-ish' feet. The look on their faces were void of any emotions and their built was on a bit of the stocky side. When you take a closer look on them, their bodies were composed of flowing water, astonishingly, the waters from them didn't spill at all. How? Even Gala, who created them had no idea as well.
