Answer:
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
The French word for 'fun size' in women's clothing.
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?