Weasel had been following the battle and had nearly decided to just bring up the problem with the boss when the boy had slid into sacks of gunpowder. Sensing a problem, he quickly moved to try and defuse the situation... but a *click* was heard. Suddenly the whole damn forge went up in flames, the force of the shockwave throwing Weasel into a nearby building, where he was protected from further damage. A few minutes that felt like hours had gone by after it died down, before Weasel felt safe enough to slowly peek his head out the hole. It was not a pretty sight. The entire forge and everything within 10 feet around it was gone, the earth scorched from the flames. Standing there at ground zero was the boy and the blacksmith who worked there, Marshall. The boy must have down something to protect him, but Marshall wasn't exactly grateful. That was a several hundred thousand berries worth of equipment and a couple thousand berries worth of product, all twisted and destroyed beyond repair. Plus his house and possessions. On top of that, literally all noise had ceased in the entirety of B.E. as the rest of the inhabitants came running, quickly filling the square. All eyes were on Weasel, the boy, Ms. Natsu, and poor Marshall going through the wreckage. A third had weapons drawn, another third had shovels and picks to assist in damage control, and the rest had come ready to offer assistance to any injured and perform any other tasks that needed to be down. In any other situation, the loyalty and concern displayed was impressive. But then, a chilling voice shattered the silence "What... the **fuck** happened to my forge"

Immediately, all eyes shifted to the source. And standing there in all her camo-bikini-clad glory, wearing a black leather duster and matching hat, twin revolvers White Tiger and White Lion in hand, and a lit cigarette in her mouth, was the big man herself... Watershin "The Crazy Bitch" Danielle, or just Boss Dani for short. Weasel was petrified. He knew that look. It was the same one that she had given that idiot Marine Official who was here a few weeks ago. That look promised much pain to whoever was responsible for pissing her off. Hell, her eyes were practically glowing red. In fact, they probably were. "WELL!? IS EVERYONE GONNA STAND THERE SLACK-JAWED OR IS SOMEONE GONNA ANSWER MY **FUCKING** INQUIRY!?!?!?! DO I HAVE TO START YELLING!?!?!" she... _politely_ asked....