So I'd been collecting left upper incisors from these marmots -- I don't know whether I got them from butchery or I just knocked them out with my heavy metal bolt-slinger, I only checked the ground after I disassembled the marmots -- because hey, teeth are pointy, maybe I can throw them at things.
Apparently this one was still leaking blood when I threw it.
Nifty. IT'S LIKE I CAN FIRE STREAMS OF MARMOT BLOOD FROM MY HANDS.
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Didn't want to turn a double post into a triple post, so I'm tacking this bit on here.
Chased another marmot for a while, wanted to save my bolts so I just threw the bones of his friends and family at him and ran at him until I caught up to him (I'm superDWARVENLY agile. Not sure how I got there). I reached the marmot just after a ramp; the marmot tried to slap me, and -- because this is probably a law of physics by now -- my idiot dwarf jumped off to the level below, suffering several wounds. Then the marmot ran down and bit my nipple, but I headshotted him on the first try so that's alright.
The bad news is that my 1-story vertical sojourn broke my leg- no, wait, yellow doesn't mean broken anymore, it's just bruised. Odd, my throat and upper body are also bruised, but they have brown wounds. Ah well. I can still walk and it's not slowing me down none, so I'll be alright. Besides, my recuperation ability is ABOVE AVERAGE.
Oh, and I was finally able to eat something, so that's good. No more hungry.