You hash out a plan with could be sum up with 'Wing it!'. (6+5(Know your enemy))(17+3(wrong turns)+1(With 'cat like' tread plus running)) After a while, the minions work out your path and put a sizable horde in front of you.
※Magical※ ☆Twinkle☆ ♥Love♥ vs 40 human minions
(2+10(You're a magic girl of 7 years vs normals)+10(Final hour)vs16+10(We got you surrounded!)=-4)You fire off a blast of love(Well it more a beam of pure destruction, but it pink and fueled by your love and you love to blow stuff up so it all good.) but the group scatters.
(7+10+10vs16+10=+1)Since time is of the essence, you run through the thong, but can't quite break free of the minions group before you have to take defensive actions.
(13+10+10vs7+10=+16)Rolling out of the melee, you take out what you hope is a important support wall and is rewarded with the roof crushing the group. You lost your innocence to killing long time ago and barely wince at the sound of crunching bones.
Dashing to the inner sanctum you hear a singing voice, making you shake. Not from bad singing, mind you, it a great voice, but the owner of said voice is not the nicest person.
"What the matter, ♥Love♥? I only ripped your arm off. It will grow back."
Taking a deep breath, you kick down the door along with most of the wall.
~A hero of war, Is that what they see, just medals and scars- Oh hello ♥Love♥, care for a cup?" a white haired thin man with sharp blue eyes wearing a white lab coat, rectangle glasses, a black shirt, a necklace with a rib bone(your 3rd left) hanging on it and brown corded trousers pours a cup and holds it out to you.
This is Doctor George Jung, evil mastermind and world greatest doctor. The tea not poisoned, by the way. Jung never poisons food or drink, claims is because of honer. The ripping an arm and using it as a club on a nine-old make you take this claim with a pinch of salt.