Meg - Implants Swords into Wall

“Meg,” I said, “can you attach yourself to the wall?”
“Do I look like Spider-Man?” she yelled back.
Very few people look as good in tights as Spider-Man. Meg was certainly not one of them.
“Use your swords!” I called.
Holding my ankle with just one hand, she summoned a scimitar. She stabbed at the wall—once, twice. The curve of the blade did not make her job easy. On the third strike, however, the point sank deep into the rock. She gripped the hilt and let go of my ankle, holding herself above the flames with only her sword. “What now?”

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The Burning Maze, Chapter 39