"KAYA! You shouldn't use that kind of language! And... wait a minute..."
Joseph looked back in time to see Domonic, Jack, and Boone draw their weapons, and to see Danny charge at the creatures... who were none other than the cursed Nazgul.
"Crap," he said, drawing his pistol and his dagger and running back to them.
"Captain, you can't kill them! You need a magic..."
Joseph suddenly spotted a VERY familiar sword leaning against a tree.
"That will DEFINATELY work..."
He took the sword and strapped it to his belt, then drew it out and charged at the figures.
He stood in front of them, held the sword point downwards, raised his arms while gripping the hilt with both hands, and slammed the tip into the ground, crying:
"YOU... SHALL NOT.... PASS!"
The figures' horses reared up, frightened by the power released into the earth. The riders, unable to will their steeds closer, hissed at Joseph in hatred and made their horses gallop in the opposite direction.
Joseph smiled slightly and sheathed the broadsword.
"Well, I suppose that's not the last we've seen of them," he said. He rolled his eyes. "Of course Jones didn't mention that this was where Sauron and his minions were exiled to. That's probably how he intended to get us back." He tapped the hilt of the sword, which was none other than the famous Glamdring. "Good thing he didn't expect one of the most effective weapons against the Nazgul to be here..."