[The Reckoners] Obliteration Sketch

A sketch I did a few months ago and never finished. I think I started the flat colors but never got halfway done with it before moving on to other stuff. I really like the sketch, so I thought I'd upload it.
Anyway, Obliteration is an Epic from Firefight, the second book in the Reckoners series by Brandon Sanderson. Sanderson is one of my personal favorite authors, and Obliteration is rad as hell, despite being evil.
In the sketch, I wanted to give Obliteration a bit of a manic look, despite the fact that in the story he has quite a calm demeanor a vast majority of the time. When I read the scene for the first time, I suppose I envisioned it with a bit more insanity (a lot was going on, haha). And now, I must await the final book in the trilogy: Calamity.
Here's an excerpt from the scene I was trying to portray (SPOILERS FOR FIREFIGHT BELOW):

    _{(...) I raised my rifle one-handed, but Obliteration slapped it aside and grabbed me by the throat. He lifted me off the ground by my neck.
    Sparks! He had enhanced strength. None of my profiles mentioned that either. I was so panicked that I didn't even feel pain-- just terror.
    Despite that, I managed to reach out and slap Mizzy's bomb onto Obliteration's chest. He didn't vanish. He just looked down as if curious.
    I struggled in his grasp, growing more frantic as he choked me. I pried at his fingers in a fruitless attempt at escape as Obliteration casually kicked my gun away across the rooftop, then pulled my earpiece out of my ear and dropped it. He felt at my jacket pockets until he found the mobile there, then squeezed it between two fingers.
    I heard it crack inside my pocket. I thrashed and writhed more frantically, gasping for air. Where was Mizzy? She was supposed to be watching my back. Sparks! Prof would still be inside the jungle, hunting Obliteration, Val supporting him. If I couldn't reach Tia on the mobile...
    I had to save myself. Make him vanish, I thought. The bomb will go off. I punched at his head.
    He ignored my weak battering. "So, you're the one," he said, thoughtful. "She spoke of you. Did you really kill him? A youth, not yet a man?"
    He let go of me. I dropped to my knees on the rooftop, my neck burning as I inhaled a ragged gasp of air.
    Obliteration squatted down beside me.
    Plaster dust on his shoulders, a piece of me thought. When he ports, he takes things that are touching him along. That spoke well for the bomb.
    "Well?" he asked. "Answer me, little one."
    "Yes," I gasped. "I killed him. I'll kill you too."
    Obliteration smiled. "Behold also the ships," he whispered, "which though they be so great, yet are they turned about with a very small helm... Do not sorrow for this end of days, little one. Make peace with your maker. Today, you embrace the light."
    He took hold of the shirt under his trench coat, then ripped it off-- bomb included-- and tossed it away. Strangely, underneath he had a bandage wrapped around his chest, as if he had recently survived some severe wound.
    I didn't have time to think about that. Sparks! My hand darted towards Megan's gun, but Obliteration grabbed me by the arm and hoisted me into the air.
    The world spun around me, yet I was lucid enough to notice when he held me out over the waters. I looked down at them, then struggled more frantically.
    "You fear the depths, do you?" Obliteration asked. "The home of leviathan himself? Well, each man must face his fears, killer of gods. I would not send you to the undiscovered country unprepared. Thank you for slaying him. Surely your reward will be great."
    Then he dropped me. (...)}
                -From Chapter 13 of The Reckoners: Firefight written by Brandon Sanderson

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Obliteration, The Reckoners and excerpt above (c) Brandon Sanderson.
Art by myself
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