Magical Girl - Chinese

Heads.

Meihua didn’t flinch. She reached into the fold of her qipao and pulled out a —yellow paper, red cinnabar ink. She slapped it onto the surface of the water. The talisman burned, and a five-clawed dragon made of steam and chlorine erupted, coiling around the ghost.

Instead, she bit her thumb, drew a line of blood across her palm, and clapped her hands together. The air cracked. A thunder talisman manifested, glowing a furious gold.