Timothy knew when he was beaten, or in other words, he understood that there were measures he could take in order to avoid being beaten. He had to use this window of time he had in order to avoid certain doom.
It was impossible for him to win a fight against three Arch Mages, and tens of Expert Mages, he wouldn’t even dream of it. This was impossible in any universe, and under any circumstances or calculations! He could not win against them, and he decided not to try at all. He had to flee!
“Damn… no wonder that giant wyrm was trying so hard to keep us away, this place is a mess! I'm glad that I came here alone, or else we could've all died.” He muttered.