Lucian placed the bread he was given into his inventory, he wouldn't need to eat them right now, and he was pretty sure he wouldn't need them for a while either, he wasn't exactly planning on taking damage, only dishing it out with his new spell.
The familiar feeling of looking down at the ugly little imps again, Lucian was certain they would easily crush them this time, and that they wouldn't have to worry about Sasha nearly dying on them, though incase things did go sour, he did try to keep her in his peripheral vision at all times. Lucian pulled his Bo from the inventory window to his left hand and charged at the nearest imp, "Mana Wave." He didn't shout it out, but said it calmly, as he aimed his palm at the poor little imp.