Those that remain of the once so mighty Royal Guard hunt the thin strip of land between Muffet’s Lair and the Amalgams’ domain, ravenous and mad with hunger. They live mostly off of Muffet's smaller spiders and monsters attempting to reach New Home, no more than hulking, rusty husks of armor and burned, scarred, blood-soaked monsters. They no longer attempt to speak. There is nothing left to say. There is only the Hunger, and the lust for more. 

Their leader is the biggest, most disfigured, and meanest of the bunch, a dragon monster missing its chestplate and riddled with missing scales and deep scars. So far, nothing has been able to kill him, not even a direct attack by Lemon Bread.