If anyone had been looking at Draco, they might have noticed him suddenly go ridged. The hair on the back of his neck stood up straight and shivers ran down his spine, even if the exact source of why he was doing so wasn't visible or even accessible to the naked eye. 

Draco could hear the sound of a sword being sharpened inside of his own mind... with its bloodthirsty wielding owner giggling like an excited school girl all the while. The sound alone was completely and utterly terrifying but it was the promise that it brought with it just by existing that truly caught his attention; There was going to be a battle here [i]very soon[/i] and it was going to be bloody. Of course it didn't revel the context of the bloodbath to come, only the fact that a great deal of fighting and dying was going to occur very soon... far to soon to slip out of the area and avoid it altogether. That really only left one option and it was one that the bloodthirsty voice in his head was going to [i]love[/i]...

Still shaken and pale from his 'vision', Draco sat down at the bar and waved over the bartender. Once the bartender arrived, Draco would get right to the point "I would like to purchase a mask that covers my whole face and the biggest gun you currently have on hand. Then I would like to purchase masks and weapons for everyone here and start handing them out. Put it on my tab. The Blood God has made his intentions known and there [i]will[/i] be blood before the day is out."

If one can't escape the violence, all one can do is throw some fuel on the fire and watch it all burn down.

[@Jbcool]