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Believe it or not, Solomon considered grabbing the princess and running. They would just have to fight these guys another day, though. It was either a fair fight now or a backstab later. Solomon preferred the fair fight, and the first assassin didn't do any significant harm to him. He was ready for another round. As he considered striking against the assassin's, another, familiar yet insane thought floated through his mind. Something he laughed off earlier...

He shifted his stance so the back of his right hand showed towards the assassins, the moonlight shining on the mark. In his stance, even if they were to attack, he would be ready, but he still hoped for this third option to yield some result.

"So here you stand against someone bearing the Mark of a Hero." He started, his tone came off as threatening, yet calm. To the girls, he would sound almost like another man entirely. "Take one more step forward, and the princess and I will not hold back. You have this one warning."

This is such a dumb idea... He thought as he threatened the two.

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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.

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Sorry for the late reply. Work and Holidays are a chore

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Solomon didn't seem to have time to be mad at Amalthea at the moment. He pulled he hair back as the scouts advanced. He looked around for the best way to escape. They were coming from the village, so there was no point in going there, so the best bet would be the forest, since he didn't exactly know how well either of the women could scale cliffs.

"This way, c'mon!" He shouted at them, running towards the forest. Instead of sprinting however, he ran at a pace the two could easily pass. Solomon decided it was best to take up the rear so that he could combat the pursuers first, if they ever caught up. There was also the fact that the two seem rather distracted by him not wearing his upper robes, which he was forced to leave behind. With him in the back, the two would be at one less distraction.

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Don't worry. you're alright. I'll have my edit up by tomorrow.

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Solomon patted Rose on the back and nods. "You're right. We'll have to fight eventually. When we do, though, it will be on our own terms I hope." He smiled. "By then, we would have laughed at them enough to make them seem like nothing compared to us. Also, I could probably take on at least one of them, oh ye of little faith." he joked. "With the hand tied behind his back, at least."

Solomon watch Phil as well. "Well, I mean the bread you got was different. We needed that." He sighed. He started noticing the little things he was talking about, like the bread and all that, may have not been doing much good for Rose, given what she said to him. Despite feeling bad about it, he couldn't help but feel some relief as well. He wasn't the only one who was terrified, and, in all honesty, that was the only time he used humor. He found it to be a fantastic coping mechanism. He never considered using humor in the way Rose did, however. Making the enemy seem more vulnerable. It was like mental propaganda. He could respect that, especially in moments like these.

"I seriously hope I'm benefitting something to this conversation." he mumbled.

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"You certainly know your stuff." Solomon smiled at her. When she mentioned the scout at the general goods store, he decided to take a look, narrating the scout's actuons.

"It seems like... Phil the -um- Amateur is trying to figure out whether or not we would set up camp in such a broken down building. Or he's wondering if anything good is inside. Okay Phil is walking in. I can see through a burnt hole in the store. He's just giving the place a clean sweep. Aaaaaand he took a couple of carrots and putting them in his satchel, next to what I am going to assume are his knives."

Solomon couldn't help but snicker quietly. "I will never know as much about scouting as you would, Rose, but I'm quite sure you aren't supposed to loot, not even ashy carrots."

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Solomon shrugged. "Alright. I could eat." Solomon crouch-walked to where the bread was beside Amalthea. "Do you want some?" He asked, grabbing enough for two. Even if she didn't want some, it'd just be a bit more for Solomon. He hardly ate at the inn, and he felt outright starved at this point. he crouch walked his way back to Rose.

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Solomon watched the two figures, remaining hidden in the bowl. "Let them pass." he quietly whispered. "If they stray too close, then we'll attack. But for now, let's keep our heads down..." He grabbed his staff, just in case.

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Solomon shook his head and smirked. "Fancies me?" He tilted his head, being sure not to talk loud enough for Amalthea to wake up. "She... I don't know... She probably feels that way because of all the commotion today. I don't see myself as a likely suitor to anyone. Not now, anyways." He tries that excuse. "So much could happen between now and the end of our journey. There's already so much to think about already."

He took a deep breath and laid his head on a patch of dirt. "I need some rest. I'll take over watch in a few hours." He said in a dismissive tone. He really didn't want to be impolite, but it was either that or pass out in a few seconds. He could barely keep his eyes open. That said, all the thoughts that kept him awake faded for a while, bar one...

Wait! What did she mean by all three of us being aroused?!