"He thought of himself running free over the grass, grieving for Merry, and Sam, and Pippin, but free and alive himself. Gandalf would admit that there had been nothing else he could do."
- from The Fellowship of the Ring, Fog On The Barrow-Downs (J.R.R. Tolkien)
What do you call the technique Bucky uses to stare his target down?
The Winter Smolder.