That's it! They did it! But despite feeling some of the rope slacken and attempting to correct for it, he doesn't adjust quite in time to avoid being disbalanced by Galli at his ankles.

Guts is the next domino to trip and fall, most of his back landing in the mud with a plop and one arm falling messily on Galli, draped with rope and all around her shoulders. The rope itself is now mostly slack, though one hand of his refuses to let go, looking rather red on the palm. Had he been any less tired, he would have remembered to jerk away from the two of them touching.

As it was, all he could focus on for a few seconds was getting some air into his lungs, not even minding the warmth of another human for the time being.

"Did we win?" he pipes out, finally.