The Chieftain stepped forward, picked up the spear, and pressed her thumb against the hardened tip. Her eyes lit up; she understood exactly what this meant. If every warrior had one of these, casualties would drop to nearly zero. She raised the spear high and announced that I would now arm every fighter in the tribe. Big Flower, still sitting on the ground rubbing her sore stomach, looked at me with a newfound respect. I sent the entire tribe into the forest to gather wood for the spears, but the initial results were a disaster.