level of concern - [VIGENERE]

As he spoke, the glint of claws flashed in the corner of his eye. Before Vigenere could take ahold of his eyesight, his eyes closed and the cat's claws raked against his lid. A sick cackle left the Kingpin. How pathetic. "You think you have a choice, little kitty," he reiterated back. Blood began to flood his left eye's vision, causing his vision to run red. He mockingly attempted to sway the cat back and forth in his grip, but was met with the luminary's pitiful squirming. Paws kicked back at him, but the lion pulled away and dodged his claws. His claws, as mentioned, would only dig in further. Vigenere's complaining would do him no good and only get rid of the time he had left on this world.

A smirk met his lips. "Let's go." Narrowed eyes locked with Vigenere's, attempting to enter his mind. Once successful, he'd hypnotize the feline into a deep sleep and proceed to walk back to the shore of Tanglewood where he would take a boat back to the Coalition of the Condemned.