Slashing up the damage fire-zombie a little, the Skittler is again batted away by the giant earth-zombie, who sends a ripple through the asphault to throw him off balance. As the others lumber around, the candy-wrapper suspects that it's going to take a while for him to kill off all of these things, and at more than little risk to himself since the severe temperature-changes from the fire and ice zombies put some strain on his plastic body. Technically he's satisfied his pride by killing the one that spat out the skittles, it's not like his job is to kill other monsters or protect people.
"Don't give up, you can do it Skittler!" The girl of the group who skipped class (the Skittler figured she was what was called a 'gyaru') yelled from the store.
"We're counting on you, Skittle-bro!" One of the boys shouted.
"Yeah, they blasphemed the taste of the rainbow! Kill 'em!" The most dedicated student yelled.
"I have... fans now?" The Skittler thought to himself as he reconsidered leaving, "You know what, who says I can't kill every last one of these fucks?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtiqvsutWf0[One-off situational theme-song: Activate!]
Jumping away from the biggest zombie, the Skittler spun his ribbons around each other until they were all wound together. Picking the right distance, he then yelled, "Come on!" at the shambling corpses.
"In the name of the Lord of Bones..." They all groaned in unison, but as two of the ice-zombies got just within range, the candy-wrapper violently unwound his ribbons as though they were the rotors of a helicopter, the hammers and machetes swinging around at incredible speed, dicing up and crushing the two as they advanced. As they fell, he also threw one of his hammers at the head of the damaged fire-zombie, ripping its head off from the momentum of the collision.
"Three to go." The Skittler said as he stepped forward to slice and dice the remaining ice and fire zombies. He felt a familiar and nostalgic energy welling up inside him, driving him to attack with greater and greater speed and ferocity.
"Could it be coming back to me? The power of the Legendary Super Skittler?" He thought to himself, making up the part of it being a legend on the spot, "Perhaps the more fans I gain, the more of the power I can restore?"
"Unexpected resistance... cease!" The big one grumbled as it stomped and created waves in the asphault again. The Skittler was more prepared this time however, jumping and using his free-ribbon to grab around an overhanging street-light and swing around behind the zombies. He brought his hammer down onto the skull of the last fire-zombie, then slashed its arms off with the machetes for good measure.
