Luneshale Pass pantano

His eyes erupt in fire.
Sicario rojo ambushes in the shale.
Another, fantasma, in his wake.
Taking Sangre's ankle.

Enraged, now.
Niño thrusts forward.
He knows he’s fighting for Soto and Sangre.
They are his country.

Doesn’t go for the throat of the red man.
Much as he wants to taste that blood.
Not the ghost, either.

It’s the cub, @Nokht, where his jaws seek to puncture.
Makes to grab him by the thin throat and lift him into the air.
The delicate life on exhibition.

Is it one the ants are willing to trade?
An ancillary squeeze given.
One for every bite on Soto and Sangre.