The driver beside me cheered and shut off the radio, and I heard the rebels in the back avidly discussing whether magic had illegally been used. The Jaguars were rumored to be shamans of that totem animal, while the Serpents were said to be pumping Kamikaze, an illegal combat drug, and masking it after the game with an inhibitor. The female rebel thought magic was fair game—naturally enough, since she was a mage of some sort. Her beef was that only human males were allowed to play at the national level. Why, her sister was every bit as good at ollamaliztli as any man and yet she . . .