I Think I'm Magic Now

Well, it had finally happened.  Clov's ship had finally broken down.  It was only a crappy little shuttle meant to transport minerals from the asteroid to the larger ships, after all.  It wasn't designed for a the long inter-galactic trip they had been taking it on.  The mad, slapdash escape they'd made out of Knutts probably didn't help things, either.  Not that anyone had been chasing them, but they wanted to get out before anyone had the chance to.  Regardless, they seemed to be safe here on this giant sandbox of a world, and there were more important things to deal with than a broken rust-bucket of a ship.

"HOLY SHIT!" Clov exclaimed.  The makyan was pacing outside their ruined ship and finally taking in their transformation.  There hadn't really been an opportunity until now.  They flexed their hands, then their arms, then leapt a good few feet straight into the air.  The little red stone they'd stolen had really changed everything.  They were at least twice as tall as they had been before, to start with.  What's more, they felt... alive, in a way they never had before.  It was hard to describe.  Clov threw a couple experimental punches into the air, then a kick or two.  They felt strong, like they could really hurt someone if they hit them.  It was amazing!

"WOO!" Clov pumped both their fists in the air and shouted in exhilaration.  Both of their hands promptly went up in unnaturally red flames.  "OH FUCK!"  Clov frantically shook their hands around, but the fire persisted.  Frantic, they shoved their mitts into the sand, and that finally smothered the flames.  Clov pulled their hands out, relieved, but was surprised to find they weren't even smoking.  It hurt a lot less than they would've expected, too.  Not that they'd ever been set on fire before to know what it was like.   How weird.  Everything about this was weird!  Wait... Clov sat there in the sand and thought hard for a minute or two.  Had they gotten magic powers, like their brother had?  Was that what the fire was?  Clov leaped to their feet and began punching and shouting again, in an attempt to re-summon that fire.  

Nothing much happened, and Clov was left yelling and fighting nothing, in the middle of the desert, next to a broken shuttle.