"You're that racist kelvic!" Klane could have heard the words easily, even if he had been in the middle of a song and Sasin barely within his sight. It was not only his canine hearing that helped him, but the nervousness that had rushed over the Kelvic every second since the Dhani had arrived. Klane gulped, his skin turning white with raw fear. Here, he was alone, there was no other of his kind to back him up, to protect him. Unfortunately, his wolfish instinct was trying to take over, leaving no time to reason that Sasin wouldn't attack in a populated area.
Jolting up the Kelvic dropped his mandolin, the force allowed a small rock drop out. Klane had no knowledge of it, and for obvious reasons, his eyes weren't even looking in the rock's direction. Yet, just maybe, the effect it produced would surprise Sasin the slightest bit, and give Klane time to think. The rock, obviously of volcanic origin, began to smoke. Within a few seconds the top of it burst into flame and then an even stranger event occurred. A small man, made purely of fire, emerged and began to dance. It was a small thing, possibly unnoticeable. But, perhaps, with a large dose of luck, it could save Klane's life all the same.
OOCIf you want to know more about the rock, click the link next to it on my CS