As the fourth scout attacked, Solomon was forced to backpedal. The swings were too close for comfort, the blade swipes cutting the air close to his body. He got stabbed a few times in the last 24 hours, and he wasn't all too keen on being stabbed again. At that point, Solomon was given a few choices. Fight this guy with the intention of winning, fight him with the intention of distracting, or two cut his losses and run. 

The only advantage he saw if he fought was the reach of his staff, which far surpassed the assassin's steel. There was also the added benefit that his staff was designed to defend against swords. This would be a wholly different battle entirely if the assassin were to use something more destructive like a mace or axe.

As Solomon backpedaled, he went from holding his staff close to himself defensively to keeping the attacker back with powerful jabs. He considered sweeping attacks, but the last thing he wanted to do was leave himself entirely open to the assassin's blade. The jabs were aimed at the center of the scout's chest. If he was wearing armor, these attacks would only push him back, if not, there rang the possibility of cracking a rib or two. 

Lastly, Solomon was running out of space to retreat. He couldn't keep walking backward forever. He minded the direction he was going, towards the bank but at an angle. Soon enough, the perfect shot would be lined up for the princess, should she have any arrows left. Despite Solomon's choice to attack while retreating, that was his final goal, and he hoped Amalthea would catch up to that idea before Solomon fell back first into the bank.