As Lex ran through this mist, his senses suppressed so much that he could not even see the walls of the canyon beside him anymore, a hand suddenly rose out of the mist and grabbed his thigh.
"This is why I hate Ghosts," Lex groaned as he used Domination to incinerate the ghost-hand away. "They're all perverts who like grabbing legs. How can a whole race have foot fetishes?"
Outside, both Eclipse and Harriot looked at each other. The truth was that ghosts most often grabbed legs because their most common attack tactic was to hide underground and then emerge unexpectedly, grabbing their target as quickly as possible. As such, it was natural that they would grab legs and feet, the closest things to the ground. Yet… what if that slight bit of logic was just a cover to hide their fetish?
Both of them obviously knew that this wasn't the case… and yet, it was much more entertaining to treat it as the truth anyway.
