With his hit striking true enough to cut into the lizard, Ippo's spirits were bolstered, especially when he saw that the damage they were doing was making an impact. He let his fist rebound off the lizard's hide from the force of the hit, rolling that momentum back down his arm and through his shoulders with a sway of his hips and a turn of his foot, he slid to the side of one of the stamping feet, watching it land with a scaly leg inches from his nose.

He could feel that tension hold in his core, light a taught rubber band that snapped as he brought his shoulder down in an overhead arc, almost as if he were mimicking a vertical sword swing, the gauntlet on his hand flying down towards where the knee on that leg would be. If he could cripple it, keep it in place, it wouldn't be stomping around much anymore and would be an even more prime target for the others.