We have our triumvirate of bastards. If the three were locked in a room together, we know who would stroll out alive. All three are floating on a sea of blood.
Darien is a block of unshatterable steel.
Fencing class was as challenging as expected. At least it was foils and not sabers. Though Lawrence could use strength with the latter.
Who left the mask is still a mystery. Next will be sneaking into Lukas' room.
I recall a rail thin, feral lad who took great umbrage at being grabbed by a policeman. He spun around and delivered three rapid kicks with his cowboy booted foot. I was told the guy's balls were the size of small grapefruits.