Laugh off gunshot wound

The vampires arrived a few hours before dawn. Signs of fighting were
everywhere—bloodstained fields, discarded swords and muskets, limbs that
had been left to rot, even a few whole bodies.

***

The battle lasted most of the afternoon. The war pack withdrew in the
evening to rest. They debated the highlights, each reporting on what he had
witnessed. A few had been cut or struck, and Jordan had been shot in his left
arm. But the wounds weren’t serious and they laughed about them as they
relaxed beneath a tree, comparing scratches.

***

The Saga of Larten Crepsley: Ocean of Blood, Chapter 4