Libra is of the War Monk class. As such, he is able to wield axes and healing staves. He is very skilled with an axe and apparently maintains a bit of that "darkness" on the battlefield. However he mentions that he is not pleased by having to take lives! He also posseses the skills "Healtouch" and "Miracle". Healtouch restores a good portion of his HP at the start of every player turn, so he is more difficult to kill. Miracle enables him to retain 1 point of HP when an enemy uses a fatal strike, thus saving his life. Again, it makes it difficult to completely destroy Libra. He's well protected.

1) bolt axe (as pictured here)
2) prayer book
3) mend staff

Well, he knew that different timelines appearing out of the blue were no longer in question of existing or not. So perhaps unconsciously being spirited away was also highly possible, although Libra could not for the life of him understand why anyone would choose him of all people to kidnap. Not that he wished for it, but would Chrom or Lissa or perhaps even Robin not be the better choice?

Nevertheless, it seemed that he was stuck here now, in a large room with multiple beds and an item he'd never seen before resting on top of a table. He'd come with items too. There was his axe, his book of prayers, his staff ... Apparently his captor did not mind that he was well equipped. There was another item with him, a small rectangular device. He didn't understand it at all and set it aside as it was likely not to help him. "Gods ..." He whispered on the very lightest edge of his breath, looking over at the other lumps of people in the beds around him. They would be stirring soon. That obnoxious noise coming from who knows what would be sure of that.

Quietly Libra slid out of the bed and got his bearings before beginning to leave the room. He looked back a second to swipe his prayer book off the covers too. He was going to need that. Gripping it tightly, he walked toward the door to the outside, not even fully confident that it would open for him. But he calmed his breaths and held his prayers close, closing his eyes in order to gather his thoughts.

The Gods will protect me. They have ordained my path in life. He told himself, repeating the first part over and over again in his head. Whatever lay on the outside of the door, he would get his answers, one way or another. The dark spots in his life had yet to put him down, so he did not intend to let them win now either.