Las Brujas Voladoras — The Flying Witches

I, Pancho Villa, ride out of the dust to tell you of the fire that burns in our blood! When El Tri takes the pitch, we do not walk alone. Look to the shadows of the Azteca; see those streaks of orange flame? The Brujas Voladoras have descended from the peaks, shedding their skin to fuel the lungs of our warriors. Even the legendary Guillermo Ochoa feels their thermal breath on his neck, granting him the reflexes of a spirit to deny the world a goal.