While the man in the snake armor attacked the paper men, punching and kicking, he looked over the new arrivals. He yelled out to them in a raspy voice-

"Run! You're going to want to ssstay out of-"

And then Lance's belt called out. The armored man thought for a minute, shrugged, and chokeslammed the creature he was currently holding, causing the paper to fly apart, revealing the stone at its core.

"...Eh, I'll take it."

OKAY: SNAKE!

Following this cry from HIS belt- matching Lance's- a rattling noise came as one of his arms stretched out and wrapped around four of the paper men, lifting them skyward and squeezing harder and harder. As they burst into limp paper bodies, his arm returned to a normal length as he flexed his hand.

Of course, this left over a dozen of the paper men, turning their attention to Mathis and the other new arrivals. The lamp monster, meanwhile, looked around.

"Huh... Well, you know me, SNAKE. I'm all for a little soiree, but I'm not sure how I feel about uninv- wait, DRIFT?"

A maniacal grin formed as the ancient lamp that formed his head lifted, showing teeth like a cemetary as he began running towards Lance. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled a blast of smoke and embers from the spout of his "nose."

"OH YEAH, FINALLY ONE OF THE LOSERS ON MY CARD!"