Battling the spirits of Waiolama

Hi‘iaka and company continued their climb until reaching Waiolama. But as they were going, the legions of disembodied spirits that inhabited that place took notice and they quickly assembled themselves to attack the travelers. The whirlwind forms of those apparitions of Waiolama rose up, and the leaves were scattered, the dust swirled, and the birds were sent fluttering by the force of the wind.

“Oh! This force raging through the leaves is terrible,” said Wahine‘oma‘o to her companion, Hi‘iaka. “Yes, this is a storm. The host of spirits, the myriad, the legion, and the multitudes of spirits here have seen us, and those supernaturals have risen up to battle us. Let’s proceed so the specters of Waiolama can make their strike.”

As they moved along, they were caught up in the incredibly powerful gyre of the whirlwind. If Hi‘iaka had not possessed her magical form, and if she had not bestowed a fragment of her powers upon her dear friend, they would have been blown away like leaves of ‘uki grass by the phantoms of Waiolama, but because of Hi‘iaka’s great power, the combined strength of those disembodied spirits was nothing but a plaything to the “lightning-skirted beauty of Kīlauea.”