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[(NUB)Wisp Of Cloud point 2Beta]

The Seventh Swing.

"So. This is where it ends?"

She called out to her challenger, but he did not reply.

Wisps of fog clung to that shallow vale--hovering about knee height. Night was in full swing, and the moon peeked down at the pair. He came closer and closer still, the only solid shape for miles. Crowe sighed; she saw the blades in his fists already.

"Right. I suppose i didn't want an especially chatty death, either."

In one smooth motion she drew her own sword, and felt the tension in the air tighten. She dragged in a final breath, ragged and weary. Would he see the best of her?

Exhale; she lighted off on nimble toes. The grass in the field touched the hem of her cloak--made to grab at it. ~Stop, Crowe. Stay a while.~

"Not tonight, friends." The Wanderer whispered, shifting her weight and coming in for the attack-- "Tonight, I die!"

He met her with both blades--a shower of sparks lit up the gloomy eve. They grappled for a second before Crowe stepped back in a hasty disengage. She had underestimated his guard.

They both sought refuge in the mist, at least for the moment. Crowe stepped to the side as the duel blades sought to pierce her--she blocked the sudden attack, spun, and made another parry. The strength behind his blows drove her back and her balance wavered.

"Crowe!" His voice was cruel, and so was his body, "Is this all you have to offer?"

He came down with a swing that would have ended it--but she brought her blade up and braced it with another hand.

"Show me a trick, Great One!'" He mocked her.

Obliging, the Wanderer stepped back and made a rapid series of feints and thrusts. Although the blades of her opponent followed, they were unsure of the pattern. Step by step she drove the Challenger back until they were once more in the center of the vale.

He lunged in an attack of his own--a deadly response that was nothing more than an iron whirlwind. He had one blade for each hand--Crowe did not have such a luxury. The Wanderer moved with his vicious swipes, blocking when she could and side-stepping when she couldn't. He was fast.

"Where is the true power of the Wanderer?" The Challenger laughed as they again came to a standstill, "I will show you mine. I will kill you in Seven Swings."

He disengaged, but this time coming back his blades sparked with a Black Magic. She met it against her better wishes and the steel from her blade shrieked aloud. The agony of her most faithful companion was almost more than she could bear. Crowe made to pull away--but the other sword came swinging down, now.

She released the handle of her sword and jumped back. The second blade scored nothing but grass. The Challenger recovered, and his eyes glittered when he saw his foe unarmed.

"One." He counted, and came at her again.

Two scored nothing--Crowe was quicker, even quicker than enchanted blades. Three found the Wanderer armed again after ducking behind her opponent. Four sizzled the atmosphere itself, and Five disarmed her again.

Six was a horrible searing pain in her side as she flipped to the ground. Her body felt immobile and her eyes were wide and glassy. The Challenger knelt down next to her, and slammed his enchanted blades into the ground on either sides of her neck. He smiled rather sickly.

"One year. A deal is a deal, Crowe." The Challenger cooed, "I do hope it was worth it."

Crowe clenched her teeth against the white hot pain, doing her best not to thrash. Soon she found that it no longer hurt as badly as before. The edges of her vision were fading. Her grip on her own sword slacked but she did not let go.

"Immeasurably." She concluded, "Though you enjoy collecting payment...far too much."

"That's right." He said rather carelessly, standing. And then it was Seven.

[(NUB)Just Forget What I Said]

Very 'nubby.'

This is what I like. One vocal sample--and it seals the entire song up in a neat, emotional package.

[(NUB)I Made This For You]

Your piano works...

...always impresses me.

[[oove] Heartbeats]

ohh...

So beautiful.

Listening to it with headphones, alone in the dark is just really something else. The mastering is what makes it--the notes at the pauses lead into each other with just enough hesitation that you almost physically lean in, waiting for the next droplets.

I've learned to play this song by ear, and when alone in a dark church sanctuary with just the gaping openness, and a grand piano on the stage--it really is quite extraordinary. This song makes me feel more than human.

The build, as I said, just makes you lean in and wait for each weighted hammer to fall. Wowzers. :P I can go on and on but it might just make you bored.

The climax at the end is epic.

Thank you for letting me hear this song.

broove responds:

I'm actually convinced that mastering isn't done properly. The sound is warm, but at loud volumes it's too muddy.

Glad it made you feel that way though and thanks for an awesome review ;)

[(NUB)Damn Schoolbus Bob]

There isn't much time...

We streak through the city, ignoring streetlights and shrieking horns of protest. Robert slams us around a corner, the breaks squeal, and my head smashes against the window.

"Ow!"

"Seat belts, Kathy!" He says cheerfully.

That loser--he's actually ENJOYING this! End of the world and all he can think of are cheap action movie tricks, and giving me a swift concussion before we even reach Empire Park.

"Hang on tight!"

The yellow school bus blares through the intersection at 5th and Lincoln. There's the park now--(thank God!)--and a glittering cage of blue arcs seems to sneer at our arrival. There isn't much time.

Robby parks with as much poetry as he drives; he just smashed it through the fence and up onto the curb. He opens the doors and we fly down the steps, expecting the worse--and boy, does it deliver!

The sparking field of blue is nearly at it's strongest point. Clinton (that traitorous dirtbag!) is inside along with the rest of the Conclave, working at fraying the very fabric that holds our reality together. There is no backup. We're all that's left.

There isn't much we can do, short of running full-force at the pure wall of magic. The shield won't bend no matter how hard we try. I could stand and flick curses all day--there would be no getting past that barrier.

I'm watching the scene before me, feeling the edges of Beyond tugging, straining--and Rob stares behind us regretfully as the engine on the bus smokes.

"Aw." He scratched the back of the neck, "I could have picked up loads of chicks in that..."

"Damn the schoolbus, Bob!" I lashed a finger at the pillar, "We've got BIGGER things to worry about!"

As though this were his cue, he starts forward with confidence I don't feel. He makes it to the wall of sparking blue, and attacks it with all his strength.

I expected him to be thrown back, a smoking shell of his human self, but he stands there and bears the sizzling magic, tearing it open with his bare hands. I'm not so quick to follow behind him--what is this? What has he done that he can so easily dismantle the Conclave's charm?

The field shatters--scraps of the magic turn to a sonic shockwave of sorts as the barrier falters, and finally collapses. The power sends me sprawling, and I hear cars slamming into other solid things behind me. No time. Must--

Rob is still standing--so are the thirteen figures who had previously been inside the cage of light.

I'm close enough that I can see Clinton's expression.

"Oh, hell." The thin-faced man swears, and Rob and I charge.

The other robed members of the Conclave meet us halfway, staffs in the air. There are bright flashes of white and I counter with a wave of my hand.

"The thing about me, boys..." I give a wane smile. They all look thunderstruck at my dismissal of their energy, "The same curse won't work on me twice. SUBSTANCE CONFORM!"

With a curled fist I lunge into position seven of the Haidruk Set. The kinetic energy around me coils and lances out at four of the nearest Conclave members--withering bolts of pure power.

Three were not fortunate enough to have memorized the counterspell. I slip into the following forms of the set and meet the other members as well as I can.

"You will not defeat us!" The tallest man swung his staff and brought it down on me, "WE ARE THE CHOSEN! WE--"

A tripping junks makes him stumble on his robes. I spring forward at his buddy, disarm him at once and flip him to the ground.

Rob had (of course) left me to do the housework and went straight for Clint. Clint knew Rob wanted blood--see, the two of us don't deal very well with traitors. As my partner charged the thin-faced man, you know what he did? Did he try to stand and fight? Did he turn back to the rune symbols on the ground, and try to finish what the Conclave started? No. The two-faced liar turned right around and tried to run away.

And then, a lot of things happened at once.

The remaining members of the Conclave gathered their wits enough to subdue me.

Rob pounced and pinned Clint to the ground--pistol shoved neatly to his temple.

"It's over."

[(NUB) Kung Fu Koalas]

Aaand

Here is Nub just having some fun. Smooth. Liked it. Bit of oriental flavor to it. There doesn't need to be a huge kick to finish it off. They're Koalas, ffs. :P

^^ Sato out.

[(NUB) Earth Born War Hero]

Herro! Sato again. XD

And I am constantly impressed with you and your music. Is there no end to your versatility? On one hand you whip out tragic, epic, thought-provoking bits like the 'My Mistakes' series...and then you have fun, chipper songs that are just too bright to not cheer your day...and this, which is somewhere in the middle.

It has all the ingredients to be just another sunny catchy bubbly bit, but the harmonies catch it just right to add a TOUCH of darker tone to it, not to mention da bass.

Then the supafast counter-melody at around three minutes, and my mind asplodedd'd.

XD

[(NUB)Something on my Face-beta]

I'm thinking...

...that you are my hero.

This song is crunchy. I could chew on it for a while. Download'd

[(NUB)Dog-Walk Demon Battle]

Straight up, son.

I get these fantasies often! :o!

"How dare you interfere!"

Your titles and your voice samples are what draw me to your music. That, and the ability to tell a story in just a few minutes time. This story is full of high-paced battle action. Winsawce, dare I say?

nubbinownz responds:

Only if you darE!!! ahha thank you for the reviews man, I really appreciate the feedback :D

[(NUB)But A Wisp Of Cloud]

:D!!

As usual, the titles of your songs always catch my eye. You might not be entirely satisfied with it, but to me it's slick, smooth, and goes down without a problem. Downloading and rating 5!

nubbinownz responds:

Thank you sato! I personally feel like I don't put enough thought into the titles of my songs. I can never seem to focus on it too much. I usually go with the first thing that pops into my head when I give the final version a full listen through :)