Yes, a well placed headbutt takes you onto the offensive.

Desperately, as the creature looms in close to you in the moment before penetration, you swing your head back, forcefully connecting the metal part of your skull with the front of its nose, causing it to snarl out in pain and reel backwards, clutching its nose and staring at you with murderous intent. Instantly, You're on your feet, rising and striking out with a kick in the same inhumanly fast motion that brings you crashing onto the offensive.

At full heightened speed, you're a whirling tornado of blows, flurrying with your arms and legs in a **** dance that drives the monster away, cracking bones and drawing blood with every hit, preventing it from doing anything other than frantically blocking and retreating before you.

The brawl covers ten meters back into the forest in a matter of seconds, where the creature breaks and runs, realising it has lost its momentum. You consider giving chase for a moment, but with your scant remains of clothing, the chill once again sets into your bones. Hyperventilating at how close you came to something awful, you quickly return to the ranger cabin, locking the door and barring it with the rotten remains of a sofa, after which you collapse into a corner, clutching your knees and breathing quickly, trying to calm yourself down.

That was too fucking close...

It takes you hours to lower your heartrate and get into a position where sleep is possible. You crawl into the sleeping bag from your survival kit, wrap the thermal blanket around that, and eventually lose consciousness.