
The art is pretty bad. Hands continue to be a problem for me, but I refuse to stop drawing them. At least his front leg turned out halfway decent.
“I’ve said it time and time again. You can’t get worse at something you do every day.” – Brad Guigar
Abruptly, the last two survivors seemed to wake up to what was happening. They boths pun around, dropping down with their backs to the kegs, their weapons tracking around to their rear...The drawing is somewhat off from what the book describes. The gun isn't braced against the edge of the tank, and I'm pretty sure the tank in the book was horizontal, not the more standard vertical, but meh. This is what I pictured so it's what I drew.
Toward Grave, lying in his now-open-topped bacta tank, the blaster he'd concealed as the attackers ran past with barely a glance braced against the edge of the opening. His weapon spat one last shot, with his usual deadly accuracy, and one of the two aliens collapsed to the floor, his own final bolt shattering another piece of wall.