At dark Hiiaka camped in the road and during the night a female ku-pua named Lau-mihi, whom the Mahiki chief had sent as a spy to watch Hiiaka, was seen standing on a high place to one side of them. Hiiaka at once flew at her and put an end to her.
Now began a fierce battle between Hiiaka and the Mahiki dragon and his forces. They fought till both sides were exhausted and then, as if by mutual consent, stopped to rest.
Hiiaka perceived that the battle was to be even more fiercely contested than that at Pana-ewa. She bade Paú-o-pala'e to take good care that no ill came to Wahine-oma'o. Looking up into the heavens, Hiiaka saw her relatives and friends Poha-kau, Ka-moho-alii, Kane-milo-hai, and a large concourse of other gods, including Kane, Kanaloa, Ku and Lono, watching her, evidently greatly interested in her performances. They assured her of their protection. At this Hiiaka was much encouraged and gave utterance to her feelings in this kanaenae:
A Moolau, i ka pua o ka uhiuhi, Helele'i mai ana ka pua o Ko'o-ko'o-lau. Lohi'a e na mo'o liilii-- Na mo'o liilii ke ala E kolo i ke kula, E iho i kai o Kawaihae, la. Hea a'e la ka mo'o liilii: E hakaká kaua; paio olua auane'i. He 'kau Mo'o-lau, o Mo'o-lau akua, e!
In the wilds of Mo'o-lau, The uhiuhi's time for bloom-- The petals fall of Koolau's flower: The little dragons have found the way By which they can crawl to the plain, Go down to the sea at Kawaihae. The little demons now announce That you and I shall battle wage: We two, indeed, must fight, they say-- A god is Mo'o-lau, a host of gods!
At this the great dragon Mo'o-lau bestirred himself. His attack was direct, but he divided his host into two columns so as to envelope Hiiaka and attack her on each flank. Hiiaka saw them approaching through the jungle and chanted the following rallying song:
A Mo'o-lau, i ka pua o ka uhiuhi, Pala luhi ehu iho la Ka pua o ke kauno'a i ka la; Na hale ohai i Kekaha, o Wa'a-kiu;-- E kiu, e kiu ia auane'i kou ahiahi; E maka'i ia olua auane'i. He akua Mo'o-lau, o Mo'o-lau akua, e!
In the jungle of Mo'o-lau, The uhi-uhi's season of bloom; The flower of the rootless kau-no'a Is wilted and bent in the sun; My bower in Kekaha's invaded: Some creature is playing the spy. I, in turn,--be warned--will spy out Your quiet and rest of an evening: This to you, you, god Mo'o-lau!