for those of you who want the text of the battle, here it is...
Taelan: It's not much further. The main road is just ahead.
Isillien: You will not make it to the forest's edge, Fordring.
Taelan: Isillien! (to the player): This is not your fight Stranger. Protect yourself from the attacks of the Crimson Elite. I shall battle the Grand Inquisitor.
Isillien: You disappoint me, Taelan. I had plans for you... grand plans. Alas, it was only a matter of time before your filthy bloodline would catch up with you.
Isillien: It is as they say; Like father, like son. You are weak of will as Tirion... perhaps more so. I can only hope my assassins finally succeeded in ending his pitiful life.
Isillien: The Grand Crusader has charged me with destroying you and your newfound friends, Taelan, but know this. I do this for pleasure, not obligation or duty (Isillien calls his guards). The end is now, Fordring.
The two sides fight, and it seems even for a while. Then...
Isillien: Enough! (Isillien cast a mighty Holy Smite, Taelan collapses, Isillien laughs) Did you really believe that you could defeat me? Your friends are soon to join you, Taelan (Isillien turns his attention towards the player, but Tirion Fordring soon approaches).
Tirion: What have you done, Isillien? You once fought with honor, for the good of our people... and now... you have murdered my boy...
Isillien: Tragic. The elder Fordring lives on... You are too late old man. Retreat back to your cave, hermit, unless you wish to join your son in the Twisting Nether.
Tirion: (Face contorts with rage) May your soul burn in anguish, Isillien! Light give me strength to battle this fiend. Face me, coward. Face the faith and strength that you once embodied.
Isillien: Then come, hermit!
The two battle briefly, but Tirion easily overmatches the Grand Inquisitor while the players presumably finish off the remaining Crimson Elites. Tirion goes to his son's side.
Tirion: A thousand more like him exist. Ten thousand. Should one fall, another will rise to take the seat of power (Tirion falls to one knee). Look what they did to my boy (Tirion holds the limp body of his son and softly sobs).
Tirion: Too long have I sat idle, gripped in this haze... this malaise, lamenting what could have been... what should have been. Your death will not have been in vain, Taelan. A new Order is born on this day... an order which will dedicate itself to extinguising the evil that plagues this world. An evil that cannot hide behind politics and pleasantries. This I promise... This I vow...