A few other ideas for training! Then he gets attacked!

The next few days passed, and Issei decided to look up other ideas for ways to stall in a fight. After all, from what Rias said, he was the weakest of the Peerage at the start of a fight, but had the potential to be the strongest in a drawn out fight. Which meant that he shouldn't just focus on one way to draw out a fight. "How about battle banter?" Issei asked Rias in the club.

"Battle banter?" Rias mused. "As in, getting an enemy talking to make a fight last longer?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Issei nodded. "Think I should practice that a bit more?" Rias considered it for a moment, before nodding.

"It's not a bad idea. Not to mention it requires a quick wit, and thinking fast will boost your dodging skills too. Yeah, definitely worth exploring a little. Don't think this is going to get you out of evasion training though," Rias told him. "Let's try some improv routines while Asia heals you next time. That could help a bit." She got up and stretched. As she had been relaxing in the nude on the couch until that point, Issei's gaze was drawn to her. "Same time and place, feel free to go to your place, look up some routines while you have dinner, and come to our little training field in two hours."

Issei couldn't help but whimper, but nodded. He was already dreading it. Still, his situational awareness was already improving a bit, as was his reaction time, so he had taken a few less hits than before during last night's training. Rias had mentioned upping the difficulty level soon, which he was not looking forward to. Regardless, he headed home, and put a microwave dinner in the microwave, looking up some routines they could use for practicing a quick wit. His parents were out on a little date night, so he had the place to himself.

Just as his dinner was ready, and he was about to get it, his instincts suddenly started to scream at him. By this point, he had already learned not to question them, and moved. Just in time too, as a spear of light blasted right though the kitchen wall, and into the floor where he had been standing. "What the!?" he demanded, peering out nervously, bringing out his Sacred Gear.

"Well... hello there, Issei-kun," a sickly sweet, all too familiar voice said from above. "You have something that belongs to me..."