**a realistic portrait of a screaming female warhammer 40k space marine. As you begin to sketch the portrait of the female Warhammer 40k space marine, you notice the intense emotion in her face. Her eyes are wide with rage and her mouth is open, screaming in fury. You can see the muscles in her neck and jaw tense as she lets out a primal roar. She is heavily armored in the traditional Space Marine power armor, adorned with the insignia of her chapter. The armor is scarred and battle-worn, a testament to the countless battles she has fought. The helmet is off, revealing her stern, yet determined face. Her long hair is pulled back in a tight bun, but strands of it have come loose in the heat of battle. You can see the sweat on her forehead and the veins in her neck bulging as she screams at the enemy. In one hand, she holds a bolter, its barrel smoking from recent use. The other hand is clenched into a fist, ready to strike at any moment. Her stance is wide, ready to charge forward into battle once again. Despite the chaos and destruction around her, there is a sense of purpose in her expression. She is a warrior, a defender of humanity, and nothing will stand in her way.** - Upscaled by <@1022132680059539567> (fast)
a realistic portrait of a screaming female warhammer 40k space marine. As you begin to sketch the portrait of the female Warhammer 40k space marine, you notice the intense emotion in her face. Her eyes are wide with rage and her mouth is open, screaming in fury. You can see the muscles in her neck and jaw tense as she lets out a primal roar. She is heavily armored in the traditional Space Marine power armor, adorned with the insignia of her chapter. The armor is scarred and battleworn, a testament to the countless battles she has fought. The helmet is off, revealing her stern, yet determined face. Her long hair is pulled back in a tight bun, but strands of it have come loose in the heat of battle. You can see the sweat on her forehead and the veins in her neck bulging as she screams at the enemy. In one hand, she holds a bolter, its barrel smoking from recent use. The other hand is clenched into a fist, ready to strike at any moment. Her stance is wide, ready to charge forward into battle once again. Despite the chaos and destruction around her, there is a sense of purpose in her expression. She is a warrior, a defender of humanity, and nothing will stand in her way.