Since aerodynamics and acceleration are still a thing, the gap between the previous and current bullets still exists. Albeit a small gap, a gap is more than enough for Solomon. With his left leg directly in front of him, it would seem rather inoportune for one to try and evade to his side. However, Solomon slid his left leg outwards to the right and leaned forward, lifting his right leg and pulling it in the same direction. The previous bullets had passed and the second wave was fast approaching. 

Solomon would be incapable of escaping the bullets inscathed, however, no wound would be fatal or incapacitating. The two bullets on the far right side of the cross clipped into his side and the upper portion of his calf as he raised it. The bullet that clipped his side undid the strap that holds his hakapik, the hooked blade dropped to the ground and stuck into it. The flesh above his kidney was torn open. The bullet exploded on its way out, tearing a circular wound in his side that exposed the fatty tissue beneath his skin. Blood gushed more freely from the larger wound.

The leg wound was a bit less serious as it only clipped his skin through his pant leg. It ripped the cloth away, tearing a long strip off that went limp as it passed by. 

Solomon reached to his waist and pulled off a non-essential strap and tied it around the wound on his side. Applying pressure on it to prevent it from bleeding. It's a shame that this boy had gotten even a single hit on him.