The ground trembles faintly.
Myitt snickers. "Like he'll believe that."
Black ooze starts bubbling out of the grass, sizzling and popping, but not burning anyone. It's not even hot, whatever it is is quite cold.
It materializes into a shifting, shimmering iridescent human hand, twice the size of a human, crawling halfway out of the ground. Then it shifts into a giant black translucent lobster claw-like shape. The lobster claw flops a few times on the ground, turns liquid and melts like smoke around Shal. The dark grey mist is cold but not uncomfortable. Two points of light that might almost be eyes flicker and then disappear within the shifting mass.
Myitt takes a few steps back, shakily reaching for her Dracon with her uninjured left hand, but it's lodged in the left side of her jacket, so as she fumbles for it the bouncer turns into a centipede with several rows of glowing red eyes, its black carapace materializing beneath Shal's body and lifting her a couple of feet off the ground. It starts to carry Shal on its back, scuttling toward the bar, insect jaws clacking.
"What the f*ck?" Myitt breathes, staring as it moves past her.