As the gravity increased, the Assistant simply blinked, looking up at the one who had performed such an action. Unlike it's kin, this Assistant had a kind of sentience, just as the overmind, Fuzzy, did. It was the Ambassador, after all, and needed the ability to think for itself to negotiate anything. And at such an action, it felt nothing but surprise, that someone would be so hostile for such a pitiful. Of course, it became a problem when the magic was removed, however, this in itself worked against the witch moments later, when she attempted to eavesdrop in the message. The message, contained within the orb, had been highly magical in nature, and by removing the magic from the area, she herself had erased it, preventing herself from reading it. To make further such attempts impossible, the Assistant casually crushed the orb in his right hand.

"Oho? Well, this is rich. A human? It has been quite a while since anyone has called me that." The assistant moved faster than any such being should, esspecially without magic, easily moving at over 100 m/s. It's movements were a flash, barely visible to the human eye, as it had already exited the field that the witch had created. "I suppose it is good that I am mechanical in nature instead of magical, or that field would have been annoying. However, you seem to have this vague impression of superiority." The ambassador's voice was fluid and slicked in honey, the voice of a politician buttering up a crowd, with an edge of sadism that could not be missed. "A mere witch should know her place, speaking to an ambassador of the God-Killer."

Behind the Ambassador, hundreds of holes in reality opened, portals, as an army of Assistants emerged from it. The front line instnatly produced a row of heavy miniguns, lodged into the ground, far too big for any human to use effectively, crouching low. The ranks behind that instead stood, aiming a variety of rifles. Further back, mortar-like weapons were used, and in the trees and several vantage points around the area, snipers were deployed. Massive turrets, crackling with an unknown energy, broke up the ranks, towering above the heads of the common masses, an army of powerful warriors. "Surely, miss. You do not intend to declare War. I believe you witches are not used to threats. As such, allow me to repeat this scene so you may better understand. We'll rig your immortal body up to a pole and have you tortured and raped until you beg us to finally kill you. Or is that still too vague?" The ambassador's smile was a mocking one, filled with anticipation and sadism.