Answer:
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
A person who chews the ends of their fingers
What flies forever, rests never?
What is the middle of water but is not an island?
In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.