~Team Snix~
Santana, as a rule, tried her best to pretend like she was naturally a brave person. She wasn't stupid, after all - cowards were lame, and got mocked, and sometimes went home with the word 'bitch' written on their foreheads in permanent marker. She knew, of course, because she'd done most of the mocking herself (sometimes, in the right light she swore she could still see the sharpie stain on Azimio's forehead. Damn did she do some good work). It was just how the world worked - the strong ones were rewarded for being strong, and the weak we punished for being weak.
There was, of course, the slight problem that she was a major pussy. It was something she'd admit to herself - and only to herself - quite frequently: Hummel and Berry so often pissed her off because of their ability to attract neighborhood dogs with their gay shrieking, but because they were much braver than she'd ever be. It made her feel ashamed, and Santana Lopez was not okay with feeling ashamed.
Of course, her payback for her actions were that she was 'the chosen' one in this hellish rush to close the rifts in town. And, because she was a major bitch, she got the town riff raff - aka Legolas and the bitchy, superpowered version of herself.
Glancing at the rift again from her position beside a bush in the square, she looked down at her stupid glowing hand, suddenly missing the time when she was lame and powerless.
"So, what's the plan?" She said, turning to her companions. "You're the super heroes. Lead me."