He walked her through each of the carnival games, attempting to win her a prize at each one. He won nothing at the ring toss, he shot one duck at another game, and he strangely couldn't throw a football through a hole to save his life. He had only won her a small bracelet when he stopped at the final game: the strongman contest. He had to swing a hammer down on the plate and hit the bell within three tries.
He looked at Katherine, his eyes telling her that she was about to win a prize. He stepped up to the platform, the carny egging him on. He picked up the hammer, getting a feel for its weight. He then dropped it on the plate. It soared halfway before dropping down. "Tough luck, big guy," the carny said, "Two tries left." He tightened his grip and raised the head of the hammer above his own, slamming the plate. He was inches away from the bell. "So close!" The carny stated. He looked back at Katherine, then at the plate. He tilted the hammer far behind him, and swung down as hard as he could. He let out an audible grunt as the bell rang.
"We have a winner!" The carny yelled. "Pick your prize, Hercules." Ben asked Katherine what prize she wanted.