I always feel that if someone gave me chin music at 90+, my reaction would be to charge the mound with the bat in hand.
After my junior year of college I played on a summer team in the northeast. Certain games they played national league rules, and others American. I had hit a batter in the top half of the 4th for basically sliding into our shortstop spikes high and had words with him. Should have done this on American League week. Bottom of the 6th I take one in the spine between my shoulder blades from a cat that pitched at Michigan State. Probably about 92. It took a whole half inning to catch my breath. Literally.
My ass would charge my dugout. And Arrieta is getting a generous outside of the plate. I'll take it. Keep inching out till he calls a ball, Greg maddux style.
As a mere mortal, it is astounding how fast a MLB hitter's hands are. Rizzo is standing almost on the plate and still gets around on an inside pitch.