Crossbow-woman

“O!” he says, “you must be grand crossbow-women, both of you, to kill so many bucks and rabbits as you say.[…]”

loria and Richard Faversham knelt in a protective cordon of billmen, a thrashing yelling body between them – the crossbow-woman, Ludmilla Rostovnaya – rolling bloody on the cobbles; Fiona’s surgeon's box open, bandages welling red with blood.

Gruntle jogged towards the troop of Grey Swords. Seeing no obvious officer, he elected the crossbow-woman nearest him. ‘What’s the situation here, soldier?’

A lot of the crossbowmen were actually crossbow-women.

You ever see a Spider-kinden crossbow-woman?