Crossbow

Property of Fin McGowan, whose encounter with an otherworldly snake left her obsessed with the creatures.

Night holds vast potential for a trapper and his unsuspecting prey. This Crossbow enables The Foxhound to strike accordingly, whether that means a quick death with hardly a whisper of pain, or something worse that leaves victims scared and alone, bleeding out in the dark.

After Lynch's blood serum resulted in his grisly transformation, Hell's Profiteer gave this crossbow new bones of its own, eager to teach other Hunters firsthand that a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all.

A lucky card for gamblin' folk, and a lucky shot for the Hunter willing to use it.

Theodore Tuck’s trusted hunting companion, this crossbow is as scarred by claw, tooth, and talon as its owner, having fought – and bested – both man and beast with its fierce, piercing bite.

There are gulfs of sound beyond an ear’s comprehension: Death’s maidens lolling on the sea floor, eyelids squelching deep below mud. Sofia’s crossbow is an amplifier for these sounds. It gives their silent chorus velocity. All hail the hole it leaves in a Hunter’s throat.

The Waldmann knew that killing the legendary doe would take a weapon that was quiet but powerful. Once the deed was done, he adorned this Crossbow with the animal’s pelt, to remind himself of what it was capable of when every second—and sound—counted.

Buttressed with veins of brass, this ancient Crossbow was once weathered and broken. It was fixed by a Hunter who lurked between the light and the dark, who shot at shadows in the hope of being free from them.