Lapistia

A predatory smile played on Jennifer's face. Victory was near; all that remained was to finish off a couple of stragglers. Adrenaline still pleasantly coursed through her body, and her fingers still felt the warm blood of Tessar on her bow. He had been good – both the bow and its former owner. Jennifer could be proud that her shot had taken him out of action – who knows how much harm he would have caused if she hadn't stopped him. It was just a pity that she hadn't been the one to knock him to the ground, but she could still finish him off. While the others could start looting, she had more important things to do.
Jennifer approached Tessar. Even covered in blood, he was handsome. And he was a fine warrior. She couldn't have imagined a more fitting trophy. She smiled at Tessar – partly affectionately, partly bloodthirstily – knelt down, and tightened her fingers around his throat.
"Thank you, Ayn, for helping me defeat my enemies today," Jennifer whispered. "Thank you for guiding my hand and my shots, thank you for not allowing my enemies to overpower me and shame me in Your eyes. I dedicate this sacrifice to You, for he was a worthy warrior and preferred one of the weapons that is in Your favor – the bow. Amen (or whatever equivalent she might have for the last word)."