Dust flipped Ahrah back into reverse-grip, though both blades shifted slightly with his unease at their surroundings, and the feeling of a shift washing over them. He's felt things similar to this in the past, but why here and now? What does it mean?

Given these ominous circumstances, the worry about where they were being taken to, and what they might be getting into, Dust thought a moment, then said what he had to.

"Let's split up to cover more ground."

Don't mind his mischievous smile.