The wraith, one of the Nine Nazgul of Sauron, knew the riders had obtained a fragment of SoulEdge. Great black wings whooshed through the air with a low thump, the riders could feel it on their chests. The wraith commanded its steed, a winged fell beast, to dive. It came rushing low, seeming to move slow but with incredible speed, the riders yelled in Arabic, and they spread apart, the fell beast banked left and crashed upon the first rider, his horse crushed in the powerful claws of the fell beast, it screamed and was lifted into the air. The fell beast rose back into the air, the rider screaming his body smashed between the horses body and the fell beast's clench.
The fell beast came to a glide then dropped the horse, and turned and targeted another rider. It dived again coming low over the rider, it outstretched its claws for another grasp, but the rider jumped from his horse landing in the sand. The fell beast wheeled back letting the horse run, it rose up like a giant kite, turning slowly left it came rushing back toward the horseless rider. He drew his sword, ready for the pass, he ducked low and extended his sword. The fell beast crashed down into the sand, its talons buried deep into the sand where the rider once stood, then with a might flap of its wings it rose back into the air. It rose again, searching for the last two riders.
"Quiet, they can hear very well." A robed man whispered. They had left their horses and had found a small cave in the ground, and hidden themselves in it. They could feel the heavy beat of the fell beast's wings, they could hear it call out as it had found one of their horses. They heard a blood curdling scream as the horse was torn apart, a few moments later another scream, the other horse had been caught.
The men began to pray, one clenching a small medicine bag on a necklace surrounding his neck. Inside was the shard, a piece of SoulEdge, but they didn't know that was what the Nazgul had wanted. They stayed quiet as they could, even to try in keep their breathing low. Then they felt the ground shake as something large and heavy landed outside the hole.
A shadow passed over the entrance, blocking what little light there was. The men held their breath as they heard plate armored boots walking closer and closer. The men could feel the darkness coming, filling their hearts with terror, they drew their swords, their hands shaking with fear. Suddenly a high pitched squeal filled their ears, it sent needles through their brains, they dropped to their knees, trying to rip their earlobes from their head, thinking it would stop the pain. They screamed and rolled over the ground in agony, one was yanked out of the hole by an armored hand, but the other man couldn't hear the sound of his neck breaking.
Then he to was pulled from the hole, his collar choking him as he was effortlessly yanked to his feet, his attacker turned him around, coming face to face with him. The high squeal stopped suddenly, as the Nazgul held the man up by his throat, the Nazgul clenched its fist, crushing the man's neck,it dropped him to the ground, the man began to convulse and writhe on the ground, still alive but with his windpipe severed he had no chance but to endure an agonizing death.
The Nazgul watched emotionless as the man slowly stopped squirming then lay still. It knelt down, grabbing the necklace and tore it off. It stood back up, it reached into the small bag and withdrew the shard. It turned and got back atop the fell beast. It spread its great wings then rose back into the air, slowly it glided off into the distance, back to the north.