Ohhhh yeah, this is the stuff. A little righteous vengeance against an acceptable target, blended equally with some problem-solving and the knowledge that Darcy came up with this whole plan by himself. Oh yeah. He leaves Demona there in the overwhelming noise for a few long moments, just to rub it in. Then he pulls the cord a little to slide the mic back up into his hand- total cool-guy move just for flair.

"You gonna back off or do I need to do it again?" he asks into the mic, his voice echoing out just as loud. Maybe his own ears are ringing but it's fine his hearing should reset the next time he dies.