The outcome was not as Erde had expected, he honestly hadn't expected him to surrender. His expectation was that the giant machine would attempt to strike him with a punch. This was not the proper defense mechanism for that assault so Erde tucked his arms into his side, pulling them backwards quickly. The titan slid backwards on the hand and onto the tip of the middle finger, the two gigantic metal crushers ground the rest of the hand into a fine brown-black powder before his eyes. So that's how strong it is, capable of decimating stone with little effort, unfortunate, Erde would have to use a stronger material to stay the progress of this giant. 

As the second volley of bombs was blasted at the city his towers actually fell, all three of them. That was irritating, he would have to start again. Though once he was finished he would actually focus solely on creating his construct. That was the primary thing on his mind, and now that it was destroyed Erde was angry. Not seething, nor was he greatly enraged. This was little more than an inconvenience in the seemingly indefinite existence of the titan. But back to the pressing matter at hand.

Right now Erde has to get away to actually have the time to draw out some of the stronger material. With one quick backwards jump Erde was falling to the ground, as he fell he watched the thin trickle of water from his face fall slower than he was. It was trailing after him in a neat little line. Though his focus was on stopping the enormous metal construct he was mentally distracted with this little line. Not that it really mattered, what was this enormous metal contraption going to do? Kick him? It's own weight wouldn't allow for a kick, it would unbalance it and that would spell its ruin.