"Alright, bug-eyes, you're mine," Martin said. He ran forward, digging his weapon's blade into the ground, and when the momentum started to carry him upwards, he bushes off with his legs. Vaulting into the air, at the apex of the jump he shifted his weapon into rifle form and fired a volley of shots into the scorpion's midsection. As the arc began to drop, he switched to sword form, plunging the blade into the patch his bullets had weakened in the Grimm's armor.
The creature bucked and moved, trying to throw him off, and nearly succeeding. At the last second, he switched to polearm form, driving his weapon straight through the Grimm's body and into the ground underneath. As the Grimm disintegrated, gravity pulled him down and forward, where he landed on his head. "Ouch... Okay, landing needs work. How's everyone else doing?" he called, looking around to see how his impromptu training partners' battles were going.