[Eivor's lip curls slightly at the mention of killing things from far away. Not that she's derisive of it, but she's just irritated that with all the things that came along with her in the eggs, her longbow wasn't among them. It would be easier to pick them off from a distance, especially since she doesn't know what kind of defensive (or offensive) capabilities the creatures have.

She follows his gaze to the axe.] It is sharp as Odin's wit, and I surely do not lack the strength.

[She easily slips the axe from the loop at her hip and into her hand. The light is low enough where it doesn't glint off the metal and alert the thing to their presence.]

Have you something that will destroy it once its shell is cracked?