Kro looked up, and examined his prospects.
Firstly, he found that he was, indeed, in hell. Or at least something like that. A nearby fire allowed him to refuel, so that would help. The guards would be the most problematic part.
He threw his arm out, allowing some smoke to seep onto him. With this, he formed a heated ball of smoke in his hand, and shoved it directly into the creature's face, also throwing one, aiming for the match.
"You've made a Grave misjudgement, fool."