Axon walked and paced himself along with the two women as they traveled their path towards the Imperium. His voice wasn't added to the chatter that mainly Měihóu provided. His mind  was elsewhere and despite the rather tilted and obscure conversation he had with Asgard his mind was not on that 'talk', but instead something far different and actually taxing on him. Though his thoughts were broken when Titania made note of a possible traveler...

That interesting ppart happened when Měihóu essentially wrote in the air and then blew up into a cloud of smoke and sparks. The odd and rather unexpected show making him flinch and take his hands from his pockets to protect his eyes with a forearm before promptly putting his hand back into his pocket.

At the clearing of the chaos, the calming of the wildlife around, and of course the absence of Měihóu, Axon looked ahead to see a rather familiar face in the shape of General Stark Zealot. Though given the rather... tepid circumstances of his disappearance and the most likely now known betrayal of him against Yggdrasil. Yet despite all of this he still couldn't help bringing his usual jovial and calm demenour to the table by saying, [color=fff200]"Hey Stark. We're just a little concerned about him is all. Been hearing tons of terrible things and as you can imagine we're all a little concerned, me especially! It's always a damn shame when Dad gets sick."[/color]