A low snarl escaped Floh, before it slowly shifted to a low, venomous cackle. His gaze was trained on the stranger beneath his pointed helm.

"Think ya gonna be the one to tame me...?" The thoughts rung inside his restless mind, but they were never voiced. He slowly circled the stranger, slinking along the ground as he paced on all fours like the rabid dog he was coined to be. He dragged his sword over his back, in waiting to strike.

Floh found himself snickering at the very thought! Him? Tamed? By this pest? Not just any fool could earn his respect and alliance. He hadn't found a master yet, and he was sure this Tarnished would hardly be any different.