I sit with my whanau and the the wariors shout “Ka mate! Ka mate!” The warriors grip the oars tightly and start paddling and I feel my blood running through my veins. Our strong tattooed arms are desperately ready to fight.
We stomp our feet ferociously as the horizon comes closer and closer. The fiery red waka warns people. The red is like the blood of our enemy as we tear the juicy flesh off of them. The scarlet waka glides smoothly across the immense sea. The stunning koruru leads the waka into war.
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