I coil like a snake yet carry no bite, I bring forth water with pressure and might.

Bread thick of thin, depends where it's made. Top me with meats and veggies, don't forget the cheese. I would be yelled at in New York, I always use a knife and fork.

I may lead troops into the fight, or speak of things in a broader light. One gives commands, one keeps things wide, What single word can both provide?

Polo, Chariot, and Coach render me well. And I often prance around in a Carousel.

ROAAAAAR! The blazing warrior charges forth, fierce and bright, but soon stumbles, weary, as the flames fade to ashes in the aftermath of victory's heat.