[center]When the hill was directly in front of Hera, the marmots came in sight, popping out of various holes. Hera felt a little bad about attacking defenseless creatures such as these, but she reminded herself that it was just a game and that they would re-spawn in minutes. Hera dashed up the hill, making her way to the very top. When she looked down, she saw another player making his way towards the hill. He was a large, bearded fellow that somewhat resembled a bear. [i]He must be a Xilite[/i] Hera reasoned. His armor and demeanor suggested that he, too, was a new player. Returning her focus to the hill, Hera noticed a marmot pop out of a hole right in front of her. It eyed her nervously, but didn't attack. Weak enemies such as these rarely made the first move. Drawing her sword, Hera slashed at the marmot and watched its health bar dip into the red zone. Alarmed and wounded, the marmot ran towards her, scratching her leg. This did not deal much damage, but did scratch her armor a bit. Hera raised her sword and dealt the final blow. As the marmot collapsed, it dissolved into pixels and disappeared, leaving a pelt in its place. Hera picked up the pelt and placed it in her inventory. 

"One down, four to go!"

She exclaimed, dashing towards another marmot a few feet away from her, a grin on her face. Even those these were easy enemies, it was satisfying to fight, and she found that she handled her sword nicely.[/center]