Jeanette & Hook
Climbing the live trees didn't seem to be a good idea either; really, they were kind of fucked any way you sliced it. "You won't get eaten, it can't eat the both of us at the same time..." Or could it? Killian didn't want to find out. He just would meet the creature head-on, and he did, going at it like a bladed tornado. Everything, unless it was something robotic (let's not consider that, however) had squishy, fleshy bits - joints, the eyes, things that - if you pierced with a blade, it was vulnerable - and he went for those bits as best he could even though he knew one of them was going to get eaten.
At least the lady would survive, hopefully? He rather liked her brand of oddness as well.
It was a valiant fight, but not one they could win. Especially not one Hook could win - and those teeth, he felt them sinking in. Tearing and ripping, a sick sort of wet sound that he probably wouldn't forget anytime soon - nor would he forget the pain, or the crunch of bones, the scent of his blood and the creatures intermingled, both spilled in red ribbons on the forest floor, and hazy to him during the horrorshow.
Luckily, it didn't last too terribly long. No time for him to think of anything that would carry him away, anyway. Just brokenness, and then nothing.