Sanctuary

"Why is a Pixie like you here?" I asked the creature.

"H-how do you know of my origin?" the pixie asked.

"Your kind is pretty recognizable, but you're not fully grown, I'd say you don't even have a full pixie linage, so you're hunting here to make your bloodline purer, I say, the blood of cultivators must really be helpful to you."

"Since you know what I am, there is no need to keep you alive." The creature said and charged me.

I replied to it as I dodged the clumsy attack, "True, pixies are famed for their lush and lustrous hair, which can be used for a lot of things. A lot of women would kill to have a few strands of a pixie's hair. But as I see, you're still too young."

"Die!" cried the half-pixie as it swiped deadly talons at me.

I grabbed her hand with ease, stopping her claws right in front of my face.

"Sadly, without a full linage, your illusions aren't powerful enough to bring down prey stronger than you," I said.