Ume wasn't exactly the wait and see, patient hunter type. She rushed forward at Iku, drawing her blade as she did. But her strike wasn't as true as it normally was. Could have been the way the sun was glaring, or Iku could have read her movements well enough. Or, it could be the sore pain in her groin and breast from Tsubaki's attentions the previous night. Whatever the reason, Ume struck high, cleaving the air above Iku.