"Heh, you're a telekinetic." Lucid laughed to himself as he heard the guys being taken down around him. Then the building began crumbling and he laughed louder. When it was all over, and Koyaani was by his side, Lucid put his hands on his hips and kicked the bricks from the remainder of the building, laughing once more when the kid spoke up. "Sure as hell did. Nice trick ya got there." He let out an amused huff. "Now those bastards can't show up in the middle of my fights. They'd have to run from the next city over. And I now have an excuse to come in late." Figures the kid would take down the building with the Transferal Tiles inside. Lucid was honestly grateful. He looked up at the other man and nodded. "Not bad for a first job in Grayelle." He gave him a once over, stopping at his arm and grinning- not that Koyaani could see it through the mask. 

Retracting said mask into it's unformed state, let his toxic green eyes bore into the kid, who'd not said anything about him killing the enemy. Most Heroes freak out because, 'you're not supposed to kill people if you're the good guy!'. Honestly, Lucid never said that he was a good guy, that was their own assumption when they'd first brought him in. He mentally shook his head and grinned-still uncaring whether the kid could tell or not- and patted his good arm.

"Mercy totally owes me ten bucks. I hope you can work with injuries, kid, 'cause this is one of two stops; the second of which, his guy'll tell us." He hefted up the only conscious enemy-only a couple more still alive, but unconscious- by the front of his shirt and shook him roughly. "You've got two options, henchman; One, you tell us where these weapons were going, and how many people are at that point. Or Two, I give you a terrifying hallucination that drives you subconsciously in the direction of the endpoint, no matter if you think you're going the complete opposite way." His green eyes pulsed, as though enhancing the statement.

"W-why don't you go after some other people for once!" He shouted bravely, as though he weren't quivering in Lucid's grip. Lucid stiffened considerably before slamming the guy against the wall and getting close to his face.

"Well, you're just so damn easy to get the drop on that the others aren't worth my time." He lied. "Now, option one will be off the table in ten-" he raised the disclosed sword to the man's nose. "-nine-" blood began dripping from the slowly forming cut. "-eigh-"

"Warehouse five on the corner of Easton and Bakely!" He yelped, closing his eyes and screaming as the sword left his nose, slicing across his cheek in a way sure to scar. He dropped the ground, bloody face in his hands.

"Thanks, henchman." He said, putting the sword back into his bo-staff, and putting his bo-staffs back onto his back. "C'mon, kid. We'll patch you up once this is over." He took off running. It would take about ten minutes to get there, even with his speed and shortcuts.