Yeah, most of the subtler aspects of this encounter are going to have to wait until later for Irahl to process. He only has enough room to feel relieved when Seth goes from threatening death over his head to joining him down here on the floor.

Like Seth, the blades sticking out of him really do have a way of occupying his focus.

The one that he's half-laying on is a big problem. It isn't staked into the ground like the one in his shoulder is, but that would have at least kept it straight and stable. The thing had canted off to one side when he'd landed on it, and continues to be pressing in that direction as his weight holds down the rest of the blade. Torn things in his body are being pushed on, and the wound is painfully held open. He can tell that he's bleeding more than he'd like because of it.

He would love to pull either one of these things out of him, but he can't use one of his arms. This leads to an unfortunate struggle where he tries to pull out the much more dire one in his torso, immediately fails because of the other sword that is jamming up one shoulder, so tries to let go of the first blade with one hand so he can reach over and pull out the other blade. But he doesn't have the strength in his wounded arm to hold up the sword in his torso all on its own, so the blade starts falling over, which really fucking hurts. He breathes a pained growl through his teeth, (much more human-sounding this time), and quickly gives up.

He'll just lie here and continue to hold onto one of two swords stuck in him. It's fine.

"...That mean I pass?" His voice is strained with pain, but the dry, sardonic tone is still audible underneath.

He isn't dead yet, so he can still make jokes.