You make a token effort at resistance, swinging at the woman who advances on you, but with a glance and wave of her opal-studded rod you find yourself frozen in place, incapable of even blinking. She chuckles sinisterly, "You, who thought to fight us, you and your accursed friends.... you will serve instead.

She rants for a while as the remainder of the women gather around, chanting. Both fear and the effect her voice has on you makes it hard to focus on the specifics, but you gather that they think you are an ancient warrior reborn to fight against them, and she gloats that this time they will be the victors. With you in captivity and servitude, they feel that the strength of their opponents (that team of four girls?) will be broken.

Of course, they have to be somewhat mistaken, right? You've never even so much as encountered anything even vaguely supernatural until just recently. You're just an average guy, right?