Santa was weak enough that he can reach into one of his cargo pockets and pull out a gas canister. If it looked like Johnny was gonna go all demon on the rest of 'em, he was gonna lob it at him. The Soporil inside would put him, and whoever else breathed it in, to sleep for a while.

"I can levitate. I could, you know, jump. It might break my fall, and I can teleport back once I find the others." He didn't have a lot to lose at this point in time. NBD.