Tasslehoff’s mockery, dagger-throwing

Then Tasslehoff’s shrill voice rang out. “These scum will fight for anyone, Tanis. Throw them some dog meat once in a while and they’re yours forev—”
“Dog meat!” The goblin croaked and turned from Flint in a rage. “How about kender meat, you little squeaker!” The goblin flapped toward the apparently unarmed kender, its purplish red hands grasping for his neck. Tas, without ever losing the innocent, childlike expression on his face, reached into his fleecy vest, whipped out a dagger, and threw it—all in one motion. The goblin clutched his chest and fell with a groan.

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 39
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman