Sieve's magic dissipated like a fart when his opponent committed suicide. Part of him was completely caught off guard, and another part put up a facade as a knee jerk reaction. It was no different from a government official playing it cool to avoid widespread panic, except in this case Sieve [i]was[/i] the widespread panic. He rattled his bones a bit and regained composure. 

The magician flapped his robes and moved his body towards safety, all while whining to himself. "Really? They can do that?", Trying to ignore the fact that he had attempted suicide himself prior to arriving at this world.

Even though the doctor was no stranger to fighting, a battlefield full of energy beams, organic weapons, railguns, forcefields and public nudity presented a significant challenge to someone who was used to muskets and big sticks.

The final machine had it's powers magnified by the scraps that were once it's allies. The grey marmalade man moved in to finish it off while the others protected their fallen teammate. Sieve contemplated taking on a support role but instantly discarded the idea. He couldn't carry much, wasn't used to working with others and was terrible at giving advice beyond "burn everything and empty the waste bucket outside of your house." 

The skeleton positioned himself away from both the final machine and his pliable companion. He raised an arm and began to prepare a wind sphere, waiting on his party members to make the robot slow down so as to not miss.