Tate rules through fear, dominance forged into flesh. A towering presence, his armored fists are instruments of precision and cruelty. Where Rickshaw is chaos and resistance, Tate is order sharpened into oppression. He does not fight for survival—he fights to remind the world who holds power.
-
Aura: Heavy, suffocating, a storm of red lightning pressing down on all below.
-
Style: Crushing offense, overwhelming force, stripping aura away blow by blow.
-
Code: “I am absolute.”