4. The Finale

As Eryndor made his way through the tournament, his opponents fell victim to his bad luck one by one. There was Sir Thomas, who tripped on his own feet and face-planted into a nearby trash can.

"Ah, no! Not again!" Sir Thomas cried, as he stood up with a banana peel stuck to his face.

Then there was Sir James, who was stung by a bee and had to be rushed to the hospital.

"Ahh! Get it off me! Get it off me!" Sir James screamed, as he danced around the arena, flailing his arms wildly.

And let's not forget Sir William, who accidentally set his own pants on fire while trying to impress the crowd with his fancy sword moves.

"Help! My pants are on fire!" Sir William shouted, as he ran around the arena, waving his arms and legs wildly.

The crowd was in stitches as they watched Eryndor's opponents fall to his bad luck. But Lord Ravenswood was not amused. He was determined to win the tournament, and he was not going to let Eryndor's bad luck get in his way.

"I'm going to kill you, Eryndor!" Ravenswood shouted, as he charged at Eryndor with his sword.

"Oh, I don't think so!" Eryndor replied, as he dodged Ravenswood's attack and countered with a swipe of his own sword.

The crowd cheered and chanted as the two swordsmen clashed. "Ravenswood! Ravenswood! Ravenswood!" some of them shouted, while others chanted "Eryndor! Eryndor! Eryndor!"

But not everyone in the crowd was aware of Eryndor's bad luck. Some people had made bets on Ravenswood, and they were confident that he would win.

"I've got 10 gold pieces on Ravenswood," one man said to his friend. "He's going to kill Eryndor and take the tournament."

"Yeah, I've got 20 gold pieces on him," his friend replied. "There's no way Eryndor can win."

But as the fight continued, it became clear that Eryndor's bad luck was still in effect. Ravenswood's sword slipped and slid on the ground, and he stumbled and fell.

"Ah, no! Not again!" Ravenswood cried, as he stood up and charged at Eryndor once more.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, cheering and shouting as the two swordsmen fought. Some people were even fighting amongst themselves, as they disagreed over who would win.

"I've got 5 gold pieces on Eryndor!" one man shouted, as he punched another man in the face.

"No way! Ravenswood is going to win!" the other man replied, as he punched him back.

The fight continued, with Eryndor and Ravenswood exchanging blows and neither gaining the upper hand. But just as it seemed like Ravenswood was about to emerge victorious, a group of five soldiers appeared above the tournament colosseum.

"I'm here to kill Eryndor and avenge my great elder, the grandfather of the king, Arkeia!" one of the soldiers shouted.

The soldier threw a spear, which soared through the air and almost hit Ravenswood. But it was clear that they had mistaken him for Eryndor.

Ravenswood's eyes widened in horror as he realized what had happened. "No, no, no! This can't be happening! I knew it was too good to be true!"

Eryndor just grinned, his bad luck striking again. "Ha! Looks like your luck has run out, Raven!"

Ravenswood cursed, his face contorted in rage. "Why did I have to fight you, Eryndor? Why did I have to tempt fate like this? I'm a dead man, I just know it!"

The crowd gasped, shocked by the sudden turn of events. The soldiers were shouting and waving their arms, trying to get the attention of the tournament organizers.

And Eryndor, well, he was just standing there, looking like the cat who had eaten the canary. His bad luck had struck again.