Swords stuck in a rock. I thought.

We approached the rock. Wouldn't the swords break or something? Oz looked at it with wicked eyes. He licked his lips. And how come this rock had two stuck in it. Who sticks swords in a rock! Oz put his hands around the swords. To me it looked like the swords itself were on fire. I looked closer. They were on fire!!! "Oz!" I screamed and pushed his away from the swords.
"What! I felt them loosen!" I flipped his hands over. They were fine. He looked at me quizzicallly. "It was on fire. Look!" I pointed at the swords. They looked fine. He shook his head and went back to the swords.

He gave another yank at them.