Puck took the daggers, a little gingerly as he tested the weight and how they felt. "Oh these are pleasant!". Adjusting his grip and stepping to the side, Puck brought the one being held in his dominate hand up as if aiming at someone. With a thoughtful hum he looked to the targets and got into a throwing position.

He leaned back and then forward, pushing the dagger from his dominate hand and watched as it sailed towards the target, struck where one of its shoulders would be, and then landed on the ground with a thud.

Puck burst into laughter and straightened up. "Right. I'll need to get better at that, or just combine it with magic to control it."