"The sons of Lorgar have long claimed for their speech the properties of fire, they say it sets the spirits of men alight. Look now, brothers, how dark their babbling truly is.
There is good in this, though. Every chance of showing the true voice of fire to those who waste it on pompous metaphors is a blessing. Charge, warriors of Vulkan. Show this filth how well their torches work against a Salamander."
Mazad Vur'Me, The Magmaborne, The Immortal Cinder, Librarian of the Salamanders
This was Mazad Vur'Me's rallying cry to 150 Salamanders on the closing stages of the Dropsite Massacre. One hour later, Angron, Primarch of the World Eaters, walked through the torrent of fire melting his warriors around him and smashed the Salamander's head with a single punch.
Mazad was perhaps the greatest Pyromancer in the Imperium for millennia, his signature fire-breath becoming legend during the Great Crusade. So great was his admiration of fire, he conjured not only warp flames, like so many other psykers, but each and every chemical component required for combustion. This enabled him to enhance his attack by mounting four small promethium flamethrowers on his helm. Legend persists to this day among the Salamanders that in one ill-going battle, Vur'Me turned the tables by burning a whole enemy platoon to a cinderous vapour.