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The sheep came down onto its lower jaw, bellowing a cry as it fought against fate. Ying looked to her partner and took pause, before moving to straddle the target's back. She latched her teeth onto the back of its neck and began to twist her head, being careful to keep a safe distance from the points of its horns. The goal was to tire the beast, so that moving it onto its side and delivering the final blow might be easier.