Kalelealuaka then addressed himself to the battle, but before attacking
the enemy he revenged himself on those who had mocked and jeered at
him for not joining the forces of Kakuhihewa. This done, he turned his
hand against the enemy, who at the time were advancing and inflicting
severe loss in the King's army.

To what shall we compare the prowess of our hero? A man was plucked
and torn in his hand as if he were but a leaf. The commotion in the
ranks of the enemy was as when a powerful waterfowl lashes the water
with his wings (_O haehae ka manu, Ke ale nei ka wai_). Kalelealuaka
moved forward in his work of destruction until he had slain the captain
who stood beside the rebel chief, Kualii. From the fallen captain he
took his feather cloak and helmet and cut off his right ear and the
little finger of his right hand. Thus ended the slaughter that day.

The enthusiasm of the cripple was roused to the highest pitch on
witnessing the achievements of Kalelealuaka, and he determined to
return and report that he had never seen his equal on the battlefield.

Kalelealuaka returned to Puuloa, and hid the feather cloak and helmet
under the mats of his bed, and having fastened the dead captain's
ear and little finger to the side of the house, lay down and slept.

After a while, when the two women, his wives, returned with the
moss and shrimps, he complained that the moss was not gathered as he
had directed, and that they had been gone such a long time that his
appetite had entirely left him, and he would not eat of what they
had brought. At this the elder sister said nothing, but the younger
one muttered a few words to herself; and as they were all very tired
they soon went to sleep.