At first, Elaros slowly moved towards the balcony, but as soon as he saw that Iyla was getting agitated, his movements got immediately more urgent. He started running for his life towards the balcony, but he just wasn't quick enough to make it there, given Iyla's head start.
When she rammed into him and they went careening over the balcony, Elaros was prepared to meet his end, falling from a balcony in the clutches of a moderately beautiful woman. It was a bit poetic, actually. The perfect end line in the raucous poem that had been his life.
And then, there was couch. Dazed by the landing, Elaros barely registered what was happening at first, a protective white film covering his eyes to block out the smoke. She was on top of him, and rabidly tugging at the stone around his neck while she pressed her body against his. Well, if the fall was the end line, this must've been the author's note after that.
Then, she let up, as if realizing something, something that Elaros already knew. He used this chance to grasp at the small table next to them, grabbing a silver serving tray and swinging it at Iyla's head, intent on dazing her just long enough so he could push her off and onto the table.