He stalls, while sending a message!

Thinking fast, Issei reached into his pocket for his phone while this Exorcist, who seemed to enjoy hearing himself talk, was preoccupied with mocking and threatening his client, who was backing away in terror. He quickly and subtly pulled it out of his pocket partially, and opened up the contacts, sending Rias a call, before sliding it back into his pocket, just as the Exorcist turned to look back towards him.

"Now... The only question is, should I kill you first, really instill fear into this sinner before getting to him? Hmmm... Yes, that would be best, wouldn't want you fleeing through that spell circle like the cowards you Devils are at heart," he sneered.

"Just who exactly are you?" Issei grit his teeth as he stood, hoping to keep this guy talking long enough for Rias to pick up and hear parts of the conversation and realize something was wrong. He held the shallow wound on his arm with his other hand, and glared at the exorcist. "And while I know you're an exorcist, and supposed to kill me for being a Devil, but why are you insisting that he has to die too? Isn't he still human?" Issei questioned, nodding his head towards his client.

The exorcist blinked, before he gave a humorless laugh. "Seriously? A Devil, a spawn of evil, lecturing ME, Freed, a follower of God on good and evil? Please, that has got to be some kind of shitty joke..." he replied.

Issei's eye twitched, and before he could hold his tongue, he let out, "Okay, you sure do use the word "shitty" a lot... Come on man, there are other swear words you could be using, how unimaginative are you if you can't even throw in a "fucking" here and there?"

"Oh, shut your shitty mouth, I'm sick of listening to you already!" Freed snorted, shooting Issei in the gut with his gun of light, making Issei fall back, coughing up a mouthful of blood. "Heh, how do you like my anti Devil Weapon?" Freed asked, holding the gun up. "Best part is, it's perfectly legal in Japan, because it "only" shoots light, the deadliness of which is determined by the amount of magic I channel into it, so I can easily pass it off as a harmless toy!"

Issei's client tried to grab a fire poker from a corner of the basement, and with a yell, swung it at Fred's head from behind. Unfortunately, Freed pulled out the hilt of what was clearly some sort of light saber knock off, channeled light through it, and casually swung his arm back, guiding the light blade through the improvised weapon, severing it in two, the upper half clanging to the floor.

"...please. You think I'm that easily taken off guard?" Freed, laughed, turning back to the client as he stepped back in fear. "But if you want to die now and repent for your sins with your life, who am I to say no?" He leveled his gun again... Only for his shot to go wide as Issei managed to throw himself at him, and tackled him to the ground, making his previous statement rather ironic. "...tch, I forget how durable you shitty Devils can be sometimes," he snarled, kicking Issei off, and aiming the gun at his head. "But even Devils can't survive a head shot!"

Issei closed his eyes as Freed pulled the trigger.