Darian took a step forward, getting closer to the tree. Then he explained mentally, 'Half of the humiliation comes from unpredictability. They've got no defense. Use your palm to hit the same spot over and over. Three slaps on the right cheek, two on the nose, five on the chin to mess with their balance, and then... the finishing move.'
'The finishing move?' Niara tilted her head, eyes gleaming.
'The last slap needs to be strong enough to crack the air — just powerful enough to make a weird sound come out of them, one they can't control. Once they fall, their minds will spin, and they'll throw up everything in their stomachs. That's how the humiliation is complete.'
'Hehe...' She giggled softly after understanding his instructions.
Then she turned to the crowd of assassins, trying to slowly regroup.
