Sirous groggily begins to sit up, touching his bleeding scalp, then freezes as elven steeds thunder by bare feet from where he lies. As they continue on, he carefully eases forward and brushes aside a few ferns to see out - then hisses in fresh pain at the sight of the crumbling remnants of the army.
A long few moment passes as he stares, forcing himself to remain crouched. There is NOTHING you can do there! The elven forces have engulfed the Anuirean ones - he has no way to rejoin his men. He swears, violently and silently, beginning to wiggle backwards. All he can do now is try to creep away and at least bring word out of the woods of the army's defeat. His sword is gone, but he retains his longknife - little more than a tool, normally, but any edged steel is better than none. If you break cover you're dead. There's nothing you can do, but you can still run. So do it while you have the cha-
More hoofbeats begin to near, forcing him to freeze in place yet again. Through the leaves, he can see flashes of movement and sprays of blood. The vicious, moving battle between the human and elven knights has shifted towards him, hammering back and forth but steadily growing closer. He sighs, staring, and mutters beneath his breath. "I can take a hint, Kind Lady. Just... catch me, when I fall."
Minutes later, as Rhuobhe spins his mount away from the latest human vermin to feel his blade's bite, there is a rustle of leaves and a flicker of steel, and a long-handled knife embeds itself in his horse's eye.
Catch me, Kind Lady.