Fades and Trollocs pour into the camp. In the heat of the battle, Leya dies and Rand is completely useless.
The camp ignites in a flurry of combat. The wolves come to help kill the Fades and Trollocs. Perrin is worried about Leya, knowing that a Tuatha’an won’t lift a finger in self defense. He kills a Trolloc, then faces a Fade. Leya stupidly grabs its legs and is struck down. Perrin embraces his wolf instinct, injures the Fade’s legs, and cuts off its head. The Fades and Trollocs eventually retreat, but not before the wolves and human have suffered devastating losses. Many are dead, and more are injured. Moiraine does so much healing that she collapses and needs Lan to carry her off to bed.
Meanwhile, Rand… did nothing. He’s off by himself sulking as though he just tried to ravish a woman in bed and couldn’t get it up. He says he was able to embrace saidin, but couldn’t figure out how to do anything with it. He managed to light a few trees on fire, and then spent the rest of the battle fighting the urge to bring the mountain down on top of everyone. Gosh, thanks for not killing everyone, I guess? Luckily, Perrin knows exactly how to make him feel better:
PERRIN: We… dealt with them, Rand. We didn’t need you.
Rand al’Thor, Dragon Reborn
Oh, snap, drop that mic! That’s a direct quote, by the way.
Am I supposed to believe that these guys are going to scrape their shit together in time to face the Dark One? Because so far, they’re displaying the organization skills of a Little League baseball team.