Answer:
The 8 of us go forth and back to protect our king from a foes attack
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat and your heart grow cold. I visit the weak but seldom the bold.
What is put on a table cut but never eaten?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?