Perhaps I'm a fish or part of a shoe, always alone, but not the essence of you. What am I?

I can beat an enemy and they'll feel pain, we can dance and drink have a night insane, maybe tee it and play a game. what am i?

I am a flat space, I make a flat plank, and I fly. An expanse of grass sounds like me, but it's not I.

I make a glass of milk so much better, but I do not make the milk change it's flavor. People often bake me.

In a dance of diamonds, colors intertwine, weaving a pattern both ancient and fine. Wrapped around feet, it whispers in style, a classic design that stretches a mile.