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You gather up the boys and head down to watch the Smoke Demon lay into "they". It's a regular feast of murder, but "they" do manage to get in a few good swipes too, even succeeding to dislodge the demons fertilized eggs. As blood and parts and somethingsomethingsomething fly through the air, whipping past your face, you grab . . .
  1. One of "they" heads of hair.
  2. A handful of fertilized demon eggs.
  3. Blood. Just lots of blood.