Victor withdraws himself from Rosita, knees her forcefully in the stomach, soccer kicks her in the chin, and then casually stands on her neck, forcing her face into the sand.

"I em not sure," he muses, running his hand along the back of his neck.
Then gestures towards Amber.
"Zat one ez so small; we zshould break her bones."

He nudges Rosita with his foot.

"But perhaps I zshould take care of zis one first?"