Dusters

Forged in a dying fire, the Farrier’s Fist puts the rough in roughshod. A horseshoe turned-melee-weapon, these improvised dusters have helped more than one Hunter out of a tough spot.

These ornate Dusters were fashioned from what was once a fine table ornament - and now they can crack a lot more than just walnuts.

Leonel Frisk’s thirst could only be quenched with the rusty taste of blood and the sound of broken bones and cracked skulls. These Dusters ensure each hit fulfills dreams with new and more grotesque scenes of violence.

The Reptilian never said how he gained these Dusters, bound by Felis from a cat's mandible. They proved vital to his Ward in tracking him down. The memories of a lost friend, or a trophy from a vanquished foe?

The Reptilian once won this primal prize from Felis. The right to wield it passed onto The Scaled Warrior when the Reptilian deemed him worthy of taking up his mantle.

Repurposed from the same iron hand press that his mother used and marked with the family name, these Dusters are favored by the Carcass Gunrunner, who takes a sentimental sort of pleasure in using them to pleat the face of any enemy in his way.

To shoot and kill is a grand satisfaction for Grotesque. Yet it cannot quell his heart’s desire to see his own anguish staring back at him in the eyes of another. These Dusters are the perfect tool for a painful, intimate kill.

When she was trapped in the shadows of her tomb’s embrace, Angel of Death used these Dusters to break down the weathered marble and set herself free. Compared to the challenge of escaping death through solid stone, flesh and bone are no match in comparison.

These Dusters bring infernal wrath upon the sinners they crush. Originally from the innermost circle of a group of Hunters who pledged their loyalty to flames, they’re rumored to absorb whispers of the souls they extinguish, storing them like treasure within the goat’s horns.