[Lawtan]

Gallagher faced the oncoming army. The wings beat back and fourth to a drumbeat on the soul. One...two...one...two...and with each beat, a reddish violet flame pulsed from the hands. The eyes dissolved in their sockest, as the soul withered from the spell. Gallagher was the last hope, a magic weapon, a lavender automaton of power. As the hordes of slippery fishmen rushed to tear Atlantis down to the sea, Gallagher, the Galla, fired its soul into them.