Lion Head Mesa threw it away, but now i say

Powerplaying with permission!

Relentless, she was — refusing to give in and fighting him in every verbal angle she could. He became irritant, and quickly.

In a split moment, he came to realize he was down to only one option. Lying to cover the whole mess up clearly wasn't working. So, maybe shutting her up for good would.

With the last threat slipped from her slithering little tongue, Khaba spared no time that could have been used for any given reaction. A snarl rippled through him, his mass lunging for the hemet. 

His teeth first aimed for her shoulder, sinking in a good bite to steal away any four-legged stance she had prior. Only when he could taste the blood below the skin, he released and found a new hold upon her neck. Then, with a heavy swing, he sent her body directly towards the nearest wall. The impact sounded a great thud. It had done its work... or so he hoped.

But the jodai did not stand around in wait. All he could do was assume that the limp, lifeless appearing body of the hemet would not move again. And as soon as he was sure this action had not been seen, he ran. 

Towards the priest' chambers he would go to leave a message. This would be the last Akashingo would see of him. But only for the last days of this season, he hoped. For as the tide would soon change, he would return again. That, or take his last breath trying.