Beg Belit to show her mark

You had a feeling that Belit was the last person who would want to show off for these guys, the most caricatured representations of the authority's oppression of the weak, but you needed her help on this one. You asked her to do you a solid, hoping that the treasure to come would make up for the inconvenience.

"Really? I'd sooner punch that Mertz guy in the teeth," belit responded, in full hearing of the man in question. "But I guess if you really need my help, I'll throw you a bone."

"Unless that mark of Geod is on your knuckles, you'll keep your hands safely at your sides, so-called saintess," Mertz warned her, putting his hand upon the pommel of his sheathed sword. "Get down from there and prove your identity."

Belit clicked her teeth, then complied, at least as far as leaving the cart. She jumped down amidst the guards, keeping her arms crossed at her chest. "I'll show you, but can you get your boys to back off a bit?" she asked, looking suspiciously at the crowd of leering guards he'd brought with him.

Mertz shrugged, then raised one hand indicating for the others to take a better distance. "I can handle one little girl myself, I should think," he chuckled. "Now, show me the mark, and be quick about it. Your hardly the ideal of the saintess, you know? The statues tend to have larger breasts and better haircuts."

"I could say the same about captains! You're not what a girl would picture. Hope you're better with that sword than you are your razor-blade in the morning," she taunted in response. You could see that she was in her element, verbally sparring with guardsmen.

The man looked like he was losing his patience, which was probably all part of her gameplan. "Shall I cut the cloth from you and verify your sainthood myself?"

"Keep your pants on! I'm the one who's supposed to be showing her ass," Belit replied, rolling her eyes. "Now, cover your eyes for just a moment, and I'll show you the mark on my breast."

"Childish," the man sighed. Rather than oblige and cover his eyes, he simply closed them. "I shall count to three, and if your saintess mark is not revealed to me, I shall peel you like a fruit. One... two..."

The gasping and sudden shuffle of metal told him that something was amiss, so he reached for his sword as he opened his eyes. He wasn't swift enough to draw his sword, nor protect what needed protecting. The girl's leather boot connected with the relatively unprotected area between his codpiece and the next metal over, hitting at the soft part of the leather that was needed for mobility. It was close enough to the groin to count. Mertz cried out and fell to his side, forgetting the sword entirely.

There was no time to chastise Belit for her rashness, nor to smooth things over with the guards, who were rapidly approaching with blades drawn. The saintess jumped back into the cart, this time taking the driver seat, and whistled to the horses. As though she'd cracked the reins, the horses bursted into full gallop, knocking aside a few of the men in armor and hurrying you past the checkpoint, further into the town that had grown up around it.

"Ha ha ha! Did you hear that guy's voice? It went up an octave or two when I kicked him in the jewels!" the saintess giggled happily. When the look on your face showed that you didn't approve of her casting you all into danger, she raised one eyebrow in confusion. "Huh? Was that not the plan? You didn't actually want me to show that guy the goods, right? Look... Just because I gotta show you that stuff now doesn't mean I'm going around doing it for every jerkoff."

You asked, curious: is her mark actually on her chest?

"Guess you'll find out eventually," she joked, flashing you a grin.{if Master = True}

You smirked, feeling that there was a little down-time while you guys drove the cart to a safe spot. You told her the whole scenario just now had gotten you a little curious. Since you were sort of like her husband, she could show you, right?

A blush spread across her freckled face as she refocused her eyes on the horses and lowered her eyebrows in a pouting expression. "... Dummy. Don't push your luck. Some other time, okay?"{endif}

You were glad Belit was having fun, but her actions hadn't been ideal for a stealthy entry into town. The guards would be on high alert now.