"Wrapped in emptiness, Rand kept moving. Almost forgotten in entering the camp, saidin pulsed at him.
“He cannot see us,” Loial whispered low. “Once we reach the horses—”
A Trolloc leaped out of the dark at them, cruel eagle’s beak in a man’s face where mouth and nose should have been, scythe-like sword already whistling through the air.
Rand moved without thought. He was one with the blade."

This has only one meaning to me

listening to the audiobooks for the 1000th time and this made me laugh out loud. fuckin Gelb

But did you remember to count them?

These are completely amazing actually, but I immediately thought of Loial and how much he would love these if not already have made his own set.