Talion/Uttuku

I wonder what particular fever dream this one crawled out of. I should probably just delete it on the basis that it is too unformed to be useful.

Uttuku begins a graceful leaping dance, his sword flashing in the sunlight. Reflecting off the comedy mask. Each reflection, casting the mask in a new light. From the laughter of the serial killer, who has captured his latest victim, to the maniac; his joy unrelenting, to one who has lost everything and all that remains is to laugh and on as the dance continues.