Preparations before the bait

I sat in the back seat of the humvee next to the equipment. There was not that many items in the back but they were huge and heavy. For example, the biw and arrows. The bow was practically the same size as my body and the arrows were 1 metre long each.

There were also several rifles and guns next to them along with food, water and potions. I was given a slightly heavy revolver gun. It was so heavy that I had to increase my muscle mass just to hold it.

I felt really pathetic as it weighed only 10 kilograms(22 pounds) and yet I had to rely on my ability to carry such a small weight. It went to show just how lacking Damiens body was. I had made him like this so that he could grow along with the MC and the readers could see his development over the years.

The team consisted of six people with me included. A healer, a hunter, an archer, a gunwoman and a trap master. The healer was a grumpy middle-aged woman with dark hair that had some gray hair slightly. The woman looked like she had just been through birth labour. She was in terrible shape. Her lips were chapped and they were even more drier than my my dusty legs.

Her hair hung down from her face and slightly covered her eyes. She wore leggings which brought out her great figure. At least there was something going on for her.

The hunter was an old man wearing kevlar armour under his camouflage gear and a necklace on his chest. He had a balding spot in his gray hair. He had a well groomed gray beard and moustache. His body was well built and I could see the muscles on his arms. He looked like an extremely sexy grandpa.

The archer was a bratty kid with a sense of superiority. As if the universe was proving his sense of superiority he had a hawk like nose. He was practically a prep kid who was trying so hard to be gangster. Everything about him irked me and I just thought of choking the lif-

The gunwoman was where I lost my mind. She wore a baggy military trousers and a vest. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and I could swear I had fallen in love. Her triceps and biceps were ridiculously huge but not too huge to cause disgust. Earlier on, before she had put on her military camouflage trousers, she had been wearing leggings. I managed to get a good look at those thigh and good golly! They were looked amazing.

I don't even think that there was a word in vocabulary to describe them. Over 40,000 words in my vocabulary and none of them popped in to my head. I just wanted to bite down on them and tear them apart. I wanted to be in between them and be crushed. I would not even mind. If I died while being suffocated by a woman's thighs then I would die in pea-

"You good?" she asked me.

"Yea... yeah... yeah... why do you ask?" I asked as I straightened my back.

"Because... you were breathing heavily while looking at my thighs. There is sweat on your forehead."

I swallowed my saliva before weakly smiling. "Nah, it's just really hot in here. You know... this giant bow is taking way too much space for absolutely no reason."

"Really? Coz I don't mind if you were staring at all."

"No... I was not staring at all." I looked around. It sure was hot in here. "Are you sure we can't just chuck this giant bow out? What kind of person carries such a huge piece of metal?" I did not need people thinking I was some kind of creep and the only way to do that was to change the subject.

"You better not touch my bow. For I swear, if I see you put your dirty, soiled fingers that you use to beat your meat with on my precious bow then...."

"Then what?" I interrupted him. I did not like this guy. And who was he accusing of jacking his meat, I only discovered masturbation when I was 16 but I never really got into it. I don't know if Damien did but I know I didn't. The anabolic steroids made sure of that.

"You better watch your mouth..."

"And you better watch the road you dickhead. Are you even sure that you're an archer? With the way your driving this car it makes me think that your blind."

The little mr egotist slammed the car brakes causing everyone to groan and voice their opinions.

"Start the fucking car you little brat. I'm not being paid to watch you idiots squabble." the grumpy healer said as she sipped her coffee.

"Continue driving." Eric shouted. "We're on a strict time schedule. We don't have enough time for this."

"Start the fucking car." I shouted. If everyone was pressuring him then so would I. I did not want to fight this guy. He looked really strong. Just his physical features alone scared.

The archer clicked his tongue and shook his head where his blonde hair rested before stepping on the accelerator.

'Phew, that was a close one still.' I said as I held my heart.

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"Ok, everyone out." Eric said. Eric was a trap master. A trap master was a person who used traps. Plain and simple. He slid the door on the side of the humvee open and everyone got of.

I stretched my limbs as I had been cooped up in the back of the car next to the heavy equipment. Every time we had hit a bump, they would hit me.

The armoured humvee was parked in front of an ominous looking forest. It was 11:00 and yet the forest was looking so dark and sinister. I would not be surprised if someone died today. I glanced at the healer who was sitting on a rock and prayed for her.

Eric, the prep kid and the hot gunwoman were unloading huge crates of the humvee. "Do you need any help?" I asked Aliza. That was the name of the hot gunwoman. She placed a huge crate down gently down on the floor and shook her head.

"No, I got it." she replied. I quickly buffed my muscles so that they were slightly bigger. I then posed in front of her showing her my giant biceps.

"Why refuse an extra helping hand?" I asked.

She giggled at the sight of me posing in front of her. She then flexed her muscles and I felt my manhood crumbling. Her muscles were the size of watermelons. I don't know how that was possible but it was. It was like muscles popped out of thin air.

"I told you, I got it."

"Okay." I said quietly. Aliza ruffled my small hair.

"Here." She handed me a shotgun which surprised me. "This is better for noobs, it has an automatic aiming function that seeks out heat signatures. It holds 100 clips, don't ask me how. I don't know but it should help you more than that revolver you don't know how to use."

She then left me as I stared at the shotgun and the six bullet revolver.

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An hour had passed and preparations were ready. I had spent the past one hour listening to the various artists of this world. In my opinion, they were more amazing than the ones back on earth in every way except for versatility. It was like these artists were made for one genre with one set style and if they tried doing anything else they would fail.

"Scooby, come here." Eric said. He and prep kid carlton were drenched in sweat. Aliza barely had broken any. I walked over as that was the fake name I had given. Luckily none of them saw through it.

"Everything is set, 2 kilometres from here to the west, the forest is opens up. There is a large field in which there is a herd of wild blood horses. Around 300 of them. They are really fast and easily agitated. They are also highly aggressive to bipedal beings. All you need to do is gain their attention, run around them in circles and run back. Do you understand?"

This idiot, who did he think he was talking to. Did he think I was some kind of ignorant caveman with no logic at all or a functioning brain. Just because you say 'all you have to do'does not make the difficulty of the job easier. With my muscle control I could reach speeds of up to 50 kilometres per hour but that was only in theory.

Even if I could, in a forest densely populated with trees that took away what little advantage i had. In fact that created problems for me. Smashing into a tree while going 50 kilometres was no different from a car crash. Then there was the problem of my body overheating. Going such speeds was not made for human bodies so it was practically a gamble.

Could I get back here and lead them into the trap before I broke down? Of course I could. After all I had a few contingencies.

"Is that all?" I asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Yes, that will be all. Although it may sound d simple it will be dangerous." Aliza said. Ah! She cares for me. Is this her way of telling me to be careful. "Just make sure that you do not trip over any giant ropes if you see any. Blood horses have extremely poor eyesight. If you make it back within 1km of this distance then Carlton and I can cover you."

"Wait his name is actually Carlton?"

"Yes... is there a problem with it?"

"No."

I opened my bagpack and rummage through my clothes. There were only 4 pieces of clothing in my bag but I still had to rummage until I found what I wanted.

A small metallic vial containing a cold blue liquid. I gulped it down with swig and I felt it taking effect.

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Song recommendation: locked up by Tekashi 69 ft Akon.

I feel like I could have done better on this chapter but I didn't want to rewrite 1,700 words so enjoy.

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