Al lifted his face from her neck, gave her a thigh a motivating slap as he rolled off the bed, and muttered, "Really enjoyin' that. Some sumbitch gon' pay." He made himself small against the wall and peered out over the lanai into the night. Couldn't see a damned thing.
Alyce had not been idle, she was already on the other side of the room by the table. Her breasts shook as she tossed him his shotgun. He caught it and as he set the choke for wide he gave her a 'where are they?' shrug. Squatting down behind the table her head lolled just slightly and she quickly flashed him a series of crisp hand signals. Some guys back in his Proteus days had used those, but he'd never bothered learning them. Now, as then, he gave an efficient-looking nod, pretending to understand. Bad guys outside - check!
He'd just decided he'd rather go out and hit them while they staged rather then let them bring the fight in here where Alyce was, when movement on the floor near her foot caught his eye. They must have tossed it in - Malayan pit viper - probably wouldn't kill her, but easily cost her a limb, and unlike other local snakes it'd strike instead of flee. Couldn't shoot it - he'd take out half the wall and her with it - so he dove. It wasn't pretty, and he didn't prove the faster one, but it went for him instead of her, sinking its fangs into his cheek before he grabbed it.
Someone was coming in, so he tossed the reptile from where he was on the floor, getting a scream for his trouble. Then he was up and two more were rushing in - he pulled the trigger and the top half of one nearly disintegrated. The spread caught the arm of the other and nearly took it off, but the asshole didn't even slow down. Al caught him on the chin with the shotgun butt before he could smash his tomahawk-ey thing down onto Al's head, but he still didn't go down, and Al saw that familiar look in his eyes. He'd seen it in New Orleans, he'd seen it in Accra, and then lots more in Tehran. Feller was on a whole different plane of existence right now.
Al kicked him in the knee, forgetting he didn't have his boots on, and it was questionable which of them suffered more. Then two more blows to the head with the gun butt before the now-shrieking painted psycho went down, head half caved in. Given Al's unnatural speed, that only took about a second.
But it was long enough for six more screaming freaks to be hurtling across the lanai towards him.