Drop

You drop low where you stood, half way up the hill, in a particularly tall bit of grass. The sound of hooves grow, and you are glad of your decision as three figures appear on top of the hill and approach at great speed. You peer between the blades of grass to identify them, and are suprised at the sight. They are not riders on horseback as you suspected, but three massive centaurs. Each centaur stands at about 7 feet high, their upper bodies a muscular humanoid form covered in scraps of hardened leather as makeshift armor. Their lower halves were that of horses, as big as clysdales, and just as hairy. Each of the centaurs carried multiple weapons, from spears and bows to nets, all hanging from their horse bottom half.

As they approached, you noticed with relief they had not spotted you, and then disbelief as you spotted their cargo. On the lead beast, bound over the back of the horse half, was a crying humanoid form. You couldn’t make out much, as their head was covered in a black leather sack, but it was clear they were in great distress. You figure these three were either slavers, going to sell some newly captured product, or **** buyers ready to use this poor soul wherever they call home.

You do have the element of surprise, and could attempt to take these three on. But you are outnumbered and outsized... and on terrain that clearly favors the hooved beasts.