"On purpose? Never. Trust me, if I wanted you dead, you would be. Accidentally depends on your ability to hold on."
He turned back to the mountain, and brought his sword to bear. With a hard thrust, he buried it's entirety into the stone, high enough just for him to reach with a stretch. He pulled it out, leaving a hole. Then, a couple feet to the side of the first, he did it again, and left the sword there.
"Come on, wrap your around my neck and hold on. Just don't choke me, or we'll both be falling."