Darin takes a position off to the side, arms folded across his chest. He has two chances at this; two chances to determine just how exactly this creep was making this game intentionally unwinnable.

He'd already discreetly examined the hammer before passing it off to Allura. It was solid. Nothing about it seemed out of the ordinary. That means the trick lied in either the target and metal plank, or the weight and the track leading up to the bell.

When Darin struck it before with the kids, he only used minuscule bursts of his strength right at the moment of impact. If it had anything to do with the target and the plank, wouldn't there have been more resistance when he felt it connect? He honestly wasn't paying attention, but now he wished he had.

Either way, he'd narrowed his focus down. If he could figure out what the gimmick was on the first try, then he could keep an eye on the stall owner for the second to see how he was controlling it.

"It's okay, Princess. We all believe in you. Anytime you're ready."