Even when his mind is easily controlled, summoned, he knows that deep inside the sticky pit of miasma and smoke that he still resists being ordered around. Things are done his way, even if the outcome of it ultimately remains the same. Even as he oozes out from the pores of the closest wall, he's slow and seems to be purposely taking his time.

His favorite tactic is element of surprise. Flank the target, keep quiet as possible, then rush them when they least expect it. He stalks his prey, and tirelessly pursues them until their energy gives out and succumb to his attack. At least, that's the idea.