The lids snapped open as one, and a great swarm of objects rose up, circling each other and gradually coalescing into a humanoid shape. The shape was... disconcerting to all humans present. Aside from its composition, the proportions were subtly off; limbs were too long, hands were tipped with cutlery claws, and the head had only one facial feature: a smooth white "eye" with a sigil of some sort on it where the iris would be. The boxes hovered in a vertical circle behind the manikin, evoking the idea of a halo or wings. Its face tilted up to the faceless and let out a piercing shriek, blood pouring from the "eye".
An average schrotgolem couldn't lift things very high, and even a very powerful one couldn't let its whole body 'fly', but this one reasoned it didn't need to. A few blades and hard objects left the body, swooping towards Vyrm'n; they harried and pricked it with the efficiency and coordination of a swarm, hemming its movements and forcing it closer and closer to the ground. The schrotgolem glided across the grass towards where Vyrm'n was being lead, limbs not moving, wheel of boxes slowly rotating. It screamed again, drawing back a bladed arm as it drew closer to the faceless.
Gestalt intended to kill.