Knowing that the bright orb currently traveling towards him at blistering speeds would be impossible to avoid entirely, Kurai twists his upper body, firmly anchoring his feet to the floor beneath him. In the instant he does so, the concentrated ball of wind tears through a portion of his chest, causing no serious or lasting injury but leaving the affected area in searing pain and open to the brisk air. As needles shoot through the injury, Kurai slings one arm just below the site of the wound and winces. Strangely, his grimace turns to a grin, then outright laughter.
"Wind Dancer, huh? My name is Kurai Gensō. Perhaps...perhaps once this is over, I will paint you. I was running low on red."
While talking, the limb caressing his injuries meets his other and silently begins weaving signs.
"Fire Style: Flame Body Armor!"
As his body apparently bursts into flames, illuminating the night sky, Kurai wastes no time in sending three more of his kunai at the Hidden Leaf shinobi in the hopes of distancing them and buying time for his next attack. Already weaving the signs, Kurai speaks.
"Does Konoha teach you nothing at all?
There is no honor...in killing the dead."
