Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
This was quite possibly the worst-case scenario. The soul knew full well the ramifications of her actions and what they would bring if the news were ever to reach her father. She wasn't ready to die. She didn't want to die. She wasn't going to die.
At least not today, if she could help it. The soul, once she was able to find her conviction underneath the mountain of fear, hit the ground running. She ran into the clearing, too preoccupied with the quite literal looming death behind her to notice the great view. The shack was in the middle of the clearing, and since they were apparently on a hill the sky could be seen in its entire glory just above the skyline. It was pretty. Not that she would know.
Ono was faster, Ono was stronger, Ono entirely had the advantage in this situation so one would not be incorrect to assume how this was going to end. Hell, even with the soul's resolve she still recognized that the probability of her getting out of this in one piece was insurmountable low. There was no skill in her, no talent for her to speak of. If she'd die here they'd mourn her for all of 30 seconds because, in reality, she did this to herself.
Anyways, she ran for her life. The shack seemed like the safest place to be rather than fighting in the open or getting lost in the woods. At least if she died, someone would eventually find her here. She hoped. Only a few seconds passed before her hands collided with the harsh wood of the shack door. With all her might she tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ono's fist pull back, and instinctively tilted her head.
That was a mistake.
The soul has seen this attack numerous times enough to be familiar with its effects. The God Shattering Fist, a swift blow that when used by Ono causes supernatural levels of destruction. It was loud, it was powerful, and it just grazed her head and made contact with the door. What happened next is a little hard to explain, at least from her point of view.
The most notable effect was the ringing in her ear. Yes, ear, specifically the one farthest from the fist firmly planted next to her head. The other one made no sound at all and instead spawned a warm streak of liquid that traveled down the side of her head. The feeling on her back went from one among a solid wall to being bare to the wind, the shack behind her not scattered in pieces among the trees. Also, part of the cloth that wrapped the package was now missing, revealing a deep blue leather and... what looked to be a guard? Wait, was this...?
No fucking way. Just her luck that she'd be stuck with the most illegal contraband possible. Perhaps it was better that Ono was the one killing her instead of the reaper lackeys. Anyways, the realizations hitting her one after another finally started to settle in, making her legs weak and dropping her to the ground.