The news of Torin's death sent shockwaves through the city of Rovia. Isaki knew he would be one of the prime suspects, not because he was guilty, but because of the heated exchange he had with the guild members just days before. He understood the guild's protocol and knew they would come for him. He had to be prepared.
Isaki chose a wide, open field near the town for the inevitable confrontation. It was an expanse of grassland bordered by dense woods, a place where he could utilize his wind magic to its fullest potential. He stood in the center, his mind racing but his demeanor calm. The sky above was gray and brooding, matching the somber mood of the day.
After thorough investigation, the guild tracked Isaki to the field. Leo, Rumi, and Liora approached him cautiously. Leo, with his keen eyes and muscular frame, led the group, his expression a mix of determination and anger. Rumi, graceful and commanding, followed closely, her green eyes locked on Isaki. Liora brought up the rear, her face set in a grim expression of resolve.
Leo was the first to speak, his voice cold and authoritative. "Isaki, you know why we're here. You are under the guild's suspect list for the murder of Torin. You need to come with us."
Isaki shook his head, his eyes flashing with defiance. "I did not kill Torin, and you won't find any evidence to prove otherwise. But I know you won't believe me easily. I won't come with you willingly."
The tension between them crackled in the air. Leo's fists clenched as he stepped forward. "You don't have a choice, Isaki. You will be detained until we find out the truth."
"Try and take me, then," Isaki replied, his voice low and dangerous. The wind around him began to swirl, rustling the grass at his feet.
Leo, not one to back down, gestured to Rumi and Liora. "Prepare yourselves. He won't come quietly."
The fight began with a sudden burst of magic. Isaki raised his hands, summoning a gust of wind that sent dust and debris flying towards his opponents. Leo responded with a wall of ice, shielding himself and the others from the assault. The ice glinted in the dim light, a testament to Leo's power and control.
Rumi moved quickly, her hands weaving patterns in the air. A stream of water shot from her fingertips, slicing through the wind like a blade. The water twisted and turned, aiming to bind Isaki's movements. Isaki countered with a gust of wind that deflected the water, creating a fine mist around them.
Liora, her eyes crackling with electric energy, launched a bolt of lightning at Isaki. The lightning crackled and sparked, illuminating the battlefield. Isaki dodged to the side, the bolt grazing his arm and leaving a singed mark on his sleeve.
Isaki retaliated by summoning a whirlwind around him, the air pressure increasing as it expanded outward. The force of the wind pushed Leo, Rumi, and Liora back, but they stood their ground, determined to subdue him.
Leo, using the momentum of the wind, created an ice ramp and launched himself towards Isaki. Mid-air, he formed an ice spear in his hand, aiming directly at Isaki's chest. Isaki saw him coming and quickly formed a barrier of wind, the spear shattering into icy shards upon contact.
Rumi, taking advantage of the distraction, sent a wave of water rushing towards Isaki's feet. The water wrapped around his legs, trying to pull him down. Isaki struggled, using his wind magic to lift himself slightly off the ground, but the water's grip was strong.
Liora, seeing an opening, unleashed another bolt of lightning. This one struck true, hitting Isaki in the side and sending a jolt of pain through his body. He gritted his teeth, the smell of ozone filling his nostrils.
Despite his skill and power, Isaki was outnumbered. The coordinated attacks from Leo, Rumi, and Liora began to take their toll. He could feel his strength waning, his control over the wind faltering. The water around his legs tightened, pulling him down further, and the electric shocks from Liora's attacks left him weakened.
In a final, desperate attempt, Isaki summoned all his remaining strength. He created a massive whirlwind, hoping to force his attackers back and create an opportunity to escape. The wind roared around him, leaves and branches swirling in the chaotic vortex.
But Leo, Rumi, and Liora were relentless. Leo formed another ice wall to block the wind, Rumi intensified the water's grip on Isaki's legs, and Liora sent a continuous stream of electricity towards him. The combined assault was too much. Isaki's whirlwind dissipated, and he fell to his knees, the water and electricity pinning him down.
Breathing heavily, Isaki looked up at his captors. "I didn't kill Torin," he repeated, his voice filled with exhaustion and defeat. "But you won't believe me."
Leo stepped forward, his ice-blue eyes cold and unyielding. "We'll find out the truth. For now, you're coming with us."
With the fight over, Rumi and Liora approached, securing Isaki's hands with magical restraints. They lifted him to his feet, and the four of them began the journey back to the guild.
The field, now silent and still, bore the marks of their battle. The grass was scorched and torn, the air still heavy with the lingering magic. As they walked away, Isaki glanced back at the battlefield, his mind racing with thoughts of what had transpired and what was yet to come.
In the guild, the tension was palpable as they returned with their captive. Members whispered amongst themselves, eyes following Isaki as he was led through the halls. The guild master awaited them, his expression stern and unreadable.
"Isaki, you will be detained until further notice," the guild master said, his voice carrying a weight of authority. "We will get to the bottom of this."
Isaki nodded, knowing that his fate now rested in the hands of the guild. He could only hope that the truth would come to light and that he would be vindicated.
The guild's holding cells were cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the open field where the battle had taken place. As Isaki sat in his cell, the reality of his situation began to sink in. He was alone, surrounded by walls of stone and bars of iron. But in his heart, he held on to the hope that justice would prevail and that the true culprit would be found.
The city of Rovia, still reeling from the recent events, was on edge. The guild's investigation would continue, and the truth, whatever it may be, would eventually come to light. And in the meantime, Isaki would wait, his fate hanging in the balance.