It was a simple one-two punch and the clabbert swung harmlessly from one branch; one webbed hand grasped to a branch, its wide grinning mouth of razor sharp teeth frozen in a sinister smile and the pustule was flashing red while one leg twitched.

Now that the scenario seems to contain a modicum of calm, you can let yourself inspect the field again - this time, to find a route of escape. If you look closely, you can see, to your left, a path that leads away from the field. The path is partially blocked by a fallen tree, but this is no great problem: it is clear. All you have to do to continue ahead, is to step around it.