The Final Battle: Cullen Blodstone
"Lost her," Cullen said, and he sounded a little hurt by that. He didn't want to leave anyone behind, he couldn't imagine being responsible for someone having to survive the way he had for so long until he was possessed. Cullen looked up as someone materialized. He brandished his bone mace he'd stolen off one of the dead demons - if such a thing was possible - and squatted. He could get a good jump and hack off its head.
His eyes glanced at Megan and he felt his mouth gape open just a bit. "Like hell I'm going to let that fester!" He rotated the mace and almost dropped it when he saw Megan cut through that incarnation of Illyana. He caught her as she fell, cradling her as best he could, realizing the warm sticky stream on him wasn't that one a gentle brook.