He adjusted the position.
He pressed his chest to the creature's nape, closing the space even more. His legs tensed, fixing control.
"That's it," he murmured, without losing his breathing rhythm. "Don't move so much."
The pressure increased.
The chimera's strength began to fall.
Its movements became erratic. Then slower. The paws stopped hitting with the same intensity.
The reptilian head opened its mouth one last time, releasing hot air without direction.
Bīng Xuě maintained the grip.
He didn't squeeze suddenly.
He held.
He waited.
The creature's body finished yielding.
The tension disappeared from its muscles. The weight collapsed onto the sand.
Bīng Xuě released the grip and jumped up with a short leap, landing to the side lightly.
He shook the dust from his hands.
"That was good," he said, looking at the motionless chimera. "You hold out longer than the previous ones."
