Fin
It was about this time that Shin Shiden would feel something. It wasn't a pleasant something, either. It was . . . sickening, to an extent. It was forceful, too, to an even greater extent, but it clearly did not come from an outside force. It was within his body, a twitch, a motion, a shudder, a shake--a belligerent tick that would come from nowhere, prompted by nothing, to exist for second on end. Shin Shiden might twitch at his joints, but never elsewhere--the joints of his limbs, his chest, and stomach, portions of the body where Qi collected, for the most part--and while he was not aware that he had any Qi to control or the ability to control, the spasms would be all the same.
d him.
They weren't painful, at least not too painful, but they'd last a good several seconds before calming. It might make Shin sick, it might make him tired; there were a number of ways his body could have possibly reacted. He might even drool during the event. Seizures were like that, after all . . .