I named my huntress Sheryl Ravenswing, because she is a chooser of the slain, " and lo, as she peers through the cross hairs, she sees a fallen captain, the finger lightly caresses the trigger of the precision instrument of long range death, exhaling ever so slowly, waiting between beats of her heart, then as the finger tightens ever so slowly, a roar and flash, a second later, another enemy is dispatched to the cold lands to await her arrival and serve her throughout eternity" yeah, that's my Sheryl.