You decide that you'll ask for help from Oahu, and build a fort, talk to the Huani. You send a priest to talk to the Huani. You send your son to your brother, hoping he'll join with his tribesmen. The fort is built on the stream that divides your land from the Ranani.
The next week goes by calmly, as you salt the fish, and stock up on your food. You sacrifice to Ku, the god of war and death. Then, the battle came.
The Ranani attack the fort, lead by Ama'a'a. His prowess and that of his soldiers leads the day, destroying the hundred man garrison. Luckily, they took about three hundred of the Ranani tribesmen. The Huani return with their report, and say that they will join the tribe against the Ranani.
Then, your brother appears with his canoes of about five hundred men, with the promise of another thousand more.
Talking to your brother, Kiluani, the Huani captain Lukili, and your son, Hu'a'a.
"We've got about the same number of warriors. We can attack them now, and kill more of them." YOur brother was always the hot-head.
"Launch an assault behind the enemy lines, and massacre some of the enemy villages." Lukili argued.
Hu'a'a suggested that they not do anything at all.
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