Now, you see, a normal person might have been able to get out of the way of the giant red "devil" coming their way. They might have seen such a person out of the corner of their eye and have been fast or coordinated enough to at least clumsily side step or retreat. Then again, most normal people weren't legally blind four foot nine inch girls who were already huge klutzes. You know, just sayin'.
Little red riding wolf did not react gracefully to the formidable bump she received. She let out a surprised "oof!" and barreled forward, the inertia imparted to her heavier-than-normal bone structure carrying her a great many stumbling steps forward before finally coming to a halt. Unfortunately, this was not because she had regained her balance in a miracle of dexterity. No, instead it was because she ran face-fist into one of the lamp-posts that kept the outdoor area lit.
It was almost cartoonish how perfectly her face connected with the metal, though the accompanying crack of her cartilage breaking was a bit less amusing. She bounced off the structure rather than impacting and then sliding down, falling flat on her back, spilling her coke all over her dress (the skirt of which flew up a bit in an entirely immodest fashion) and dropping her turkey leg in some hay.