Shorus didn't have much time, he saw the surviving Elves go back to the camp and return with reinforcements.
The Minotaur watched as the group of trained archers searched the darkness while going towards him to get into a firing range, there was no time to lose!
Shorus armed the simple traps that he has prepared while the Elves were gone, those were nothing more then bended tree branches with spikes sharpened out of the smaller branches on them with a simple vine used as a trigger and a natural pit that Shorus managed to cover with branches and leaves and put few spikes on it's bottom.

Shorus stood right behind the traps and roared in order to draw the Elve's attention towards himself, after which he got on all four to get his profile out of the Elves sight and crawled towards the stone line at the back, he tied some green branches to his tail and used this improvised broom to erase his footprints from the ground behind him.

As Shorus got away from the camp, he heard the sound of his traps triggering followed by Elven screams. Those were the spiked branches piercing into the Elves bodies, right between the plates of their armor. After a few minutes Shorus heard a blunt sound and a scream, some of the Elves have found his pit trap the hard way..
After making some distance between himself and the camp, Shorus stopped and looked back to see if he is followed, but he didn't see anyone, it seems the traps have done their job and beat the searching enthusiasm out of the Elves.
Shorus quietly stood up and smelled the air, no Elves were nearby, but he did have an Elven arrow stuck into his supply bag. [i] "Good thing I have my armor on.."[/i] thought the Minotaur to himself as he examined the fine craftsmanship of the arrow's head and started to make his way towards the randevu point..